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Four butterflies 

Four butterflies flew on the green meadow near the forest.  One was white as a chamomile flower.

The second - yellow like a mullein flower. The third was blue like a chicory flower.

The fourth was totally different.

It had gray-brown wings like the bark of a poplar growing near a forest.

The butterflies felt good in the meadow. Then, from the side of the forest, flapping its wings, came Crow. She was hungry. She saw the butterflies from a distance, and she wanted them very much. But the butterflies also saw the danger.

For a moment they were spinning helplessly, flapping their wings.

-Where would I hide?

And the meadow is full of flowers ...

So a white butterfly sat on chamomile- you can't see him.

The yellow one sat on a mullein flower. The blue one sat on a flower of chicory  and disappeared.

And the fourth, gray-brown, was flying over the meadow for a long time.

He was very scared, because the crow was right there ... right!

So he sat very quickly on a poplar tree , he cuddled up to the gray-brown bark and he disappeared.

The angry and hungry crow flew off into the forest. The crow flew over the meadow. What happened? Where are the four butterflies? 

After a while the butterflies jumped up from the friendly flowers and again they flew over the fragrant meadow.

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