When Harry was a little chimp, he loved butterflies, he still does. Sometimes he would fall asleep and dream about butterflies, lots of them, in all different colors. They would fill his room and he would dream about the many different places they would fly.
There were so many different colors that he couldn’t pick a favorite. They all had such pretty patterns and shades of colors and they were all friends. Was this part of nature’s magic? he wondered.
To this day Harry still dreams about butterflies and he still can’t pick a favorite color. Maybe that’s OK. He doesn’t need to, he loves them all.