Dad how do you make the butterflies land?
You have to be oh so still and quiet. Watch and listen to what I do.
Dad extended his arm out and barely whispered to the Monarchs saying, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down. Patiently we waited and dad repeated simmer down several times.
I began to chant simmer down, and after what seemed like an eternity a butterfly landed on my shoulder. I was ecstatic and tried so hard to be still. I looked over at dad and he was smiling.
That’s how you make a butterfly land sweet girl.
This is a Flash Fiction challenge from +Charli Mills over at Carrot Ranch. This weeks challenge was in 99 words (no more, no less) include insects in a story.