Once upon a time there lived a not-so-colourful butterfly named Sunny. She hadn’t started out that way. She began life as a colourful caterpillar – bright pea green and mustard yellow with black spots.

She climbed trees with her caterpillar friends, May and June. Sunny loved climbing, and she loved munching on leaves, right after the rain when they were ripe and juicy.

But what she loved more than anything was to tell stories. Her stories were full of adventure – pirates, witches and wizards, brave heroes who fought dragons and princesses who spoke their minds.

She loved to sit up high in her tree and weave tales to the other caterpillars, spinning a magical story web around them. She told them in sun and shade, and at night by the light of the moon.

Her friends loved to listen, but agreed that Sunny was, well, a little strange. Or at least, different from them. Sunny and her friends dreamed of the day when they would spin into a chrysalis, beginning their transformations into butterflies.

Sunny imagined her wings with rainbow colors that would sparkle in the sunlight.