The butterfly danced all morning long, from flower to flower to flower.
"Butterfly," said Rosie, "where do you go at night?"
The butterfly didn't answer. She just kept dancing.
Rosie thought about it.
Maybe butterflies fold their wings like little tents and sleep under big leaves. Maybe they tuck themselves inside flowers and dream of sunshine. Maybe they rest on a warm stone and listen to the stars.
Rosie decided she liked all three ideas.
That evening, she said goodnight to the garden — just in case the butterfly was listening.
"Sleep well," she whispered. "I'll see you tomorrow."