once upon a time, in a far away land known as wisconsin, a baby girl named savannah was born.

savannah was a very special baby. she was full of love & joy & fun and her family adored her.

one spring day, savannah was outside in the sunshine. her mother was taking her for a walk in her stroller. savannah was staring at the world with big eyes, taking it all in – it seemed to get bigger and bigger by the day – when a butterfly flew in front of her and paused in midair.

“hello,” said savannah. (of course, she didn’t say this out loud. she thought it, which is probably a good thing. her mother might have been a bit astonished to hear the word hello coming out of her baby daughter’s mouth. especially if she realized her daughter was saying hello to a butterfly.)

“hello,” said the butterfly. “i like you. would you like to come for a ride with me?” (you know, i don’t really know if the butterfly said this out loud or not. perhaps it only thought it. or perhaps it spoke in butterfly language – a language of fluttering dancing movement.)

regardless of how they spoke, the two understood each other perfectly.

the very next thing savannah knew, she was riding on the back of the butterfly, holding tightly to its neck, while its wings flapped and fluttered on either side of her.

{to be continued in the story club}