This is the tale of Bibi, the butterfly–not just any butterfly, but an adventure–loving butterfly full of the ____1________ born of youth. Yes, she was the quintessential ____2______ butterfly. Today in a fit of temper, she had left home and flown a long distance without thought of rest or sleep, over green gardens and frolicking
farms in search of the sweetest nectar. Her _____3_________ wings were tired and _____4________. She drank the juice from a rose here and a daffodil there. A strange drowsiness ______5________ her. She curled up on the sturdy ____6______of a leaf and fell fast asleep. And as is the case when anyone sleeps, she had the strangest dream.