A story written by Katie - 31/2 yrs old
I wish I could fly like a butterfly.
I wish I could jump in a bucket.
I wish I wasn't a stink bug.
Because I think a book is too load for a butterfly.
I don't think a painting is more like others.
I wish that a butterfly could squiggle on the ground.
But he can't, because he has wings. He can fly.
Actually, I can fly!