The butterfly spread his wings wide apart, then raised them till they folded together like an upright sail. "O," cried Bambi, "I know that you are handsomer than the flowers. Besides, you can fly and the flowers can't because they grow on stems, that's why." The butterfly spread his wings. "It's enough," he said, "that I can fly." He soared so lightly that Bambi could hardly see him or follow his flight. His wings moved gently and gracefully. Then he fluttered into the sunny air. "I only sat still that long on your account," he said, balancing in the air in front of Bambi. "Now I'm going." That was how Bambi found the meadow. |
