Butterflys Wish

I would like to be a lady for a day the butterfly said. Dressed in pinks and oranges, and perhaps a little red. You cannot have it all, her godmother replied. But I can make you yellow, and help you to glide. So the butterfly turned into a lady on a warm Tuesday. She glided into windows, but people shooed her away. One tried to swat her with a flyswatter, and smacked her tail. Turn me back into a butterfly, she yelped gliding off a rail.