Harry is a caterpillar, happily spending his days munching through leaves and sleeping. He loves to day dream about the day he will become a butterfly like those he sees everyday flying high in the sky, watching them in awe. He cannot wait to grow his own wings to be able to fly along with them and imagines what colours he might be, he wants to be red and black; those are his favourites, but blue is great too, its so hard to choose between the two.

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When Harry finally emerges from his long sleep, and he gets to see his wings for himself, Harry is very confused and sad, his wings are the wrong colour; they don't feel right to him, they're not at all what he'd imagined. Harry doesn't know how to feel about it and loses the will to fly and sing, other butterflies begin to make fun of him, so he walks through the garden alone, feeling like no-one understands him.

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When Harry meets friends that not only understand him but feel the same way too, he doesn't feel so alone anymore, they stay together, helping each other, and soon, a little bee comes along who not only listens to them, but offers them some hope to be able to have the wings they all dreamed of.