Once upon a time, in a huge green park in the middle of a gigantic city full of buildings like needles that pierced the clouds and made them cry, there lived a small spotted butterfly.
Her name was Luna and her wings were yellow and velvety. They were also thinner than paper.
Her parents worried about her because she was extremely adventurous and not careful enough. On top of it all, she was the most absent-minded butterfly in the world.
When she was flying about and could not hear them, her parents exchanged worried looks.
'Something terrible will happen to her one of these days.'
'She should pay more attention to what we say to her.'
'Luna is very good, but her head is always full of dreams.'
One day, after breakfast, Luna said a quick goodbye to her family and, before they had time to stop her, she flew away.
She liked going to a quiet corner of the park where there were lots of roses. Roses were her favourite flowers.
She landed on a tall red rose and screamed. A thorn had cut into her right wing.
'Ouch, it hurts,' she cried.
While she was looking at the tiny wound, a mischievous-looking cat approached her.
'Hello! How are you?' he asked, and then he smiled.
Luna didn't like him. She was afraid. There was something sinister about him, she thought.
