By the Time
The swallowtail was given the task of breaking the news of a possible disaster to the meadow people.
“Why me?” Swallowtail wondered. There is nothing special about me. She began to plot.
How could she tell them in the easiest way, without hurting feelings? She began to plan.
How will they take the news? She asked herself. Where will they go? What will they do?
By the time she figured out how to gently break it to them, the tornado was over.
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