Story:
Bookerfly and the Big Race
A story about Being a Good Sport
Bookerfly was so happy. She was no longer a caterpillar, but a colorful, beautiful butterfly. Glad to finally have wings, she clumsily flew to her friend Bumblebee.
Bumblebee smiled. “Hello Bookerfly!” Bookerfly wanted to show him what she could do, so she challenged him to a race.
Bumblebee looked at her. “You just got your wings. Are you sure you’re ready?” Bookerfly nodded. “First one to the flower and back to this tree wins." So off they went.
Bumblebee reached the tree first, followed by Bookerfly. Bookerfly stared at bumblebee. “I wanted to win! She cried. She began to stomp angrily then finally flew away
Then she went to see Ladybug. She challenged her to a race too. Again, Bookerfly lost. “I wanted to win!” she cried. She stomped angrily and whined, then flew away
Then she went to see Dragonfly. Again she wanted to race and again, she lost. “I wanted to win!” she cried. She stomped angrily, whined, yelled at Dragonfly, and then flew away.
As she flew home sadly, she ran into Bumblebee. She was still very angry, and began to go past him. “Wait.” Said Bumblebee. “What’s wrong?” “I can never win!” She cried. “You’re not being a very good sport.” Bumblebee said.
Bookerfly rolled her eyes. “Of course I am. I’m great at sports!” Bumblebee laughed. “That’s not what I mean.” “Then what do you mean?” Bookerfly asked. “Being a good sport means staying happy even if you lose. But you were getting mad.”
Bookerfly was quiet. “I wanted to win.” Bumblebee smiled at her. "Everyone wants to win when they play a game, but not everyone can. If you lose you still have to be happy."
"But I can't beat anyone." Bookerfly said sadly. "Well." said Bumblebee. "It is your first day with your wings. If you want to win, rather then complain, you have to practice."
So that is what Bookerfly did. And pretty soon, she was racing again. Sometimes she won, sometimes she lost, but she was always happy at the end.
The end
