[00:00.053]Alvin 
[00:00.957]A neat career. 
[00:02.492]A story about thomas. 
[00:06.010]Thomas 
[00:06.339]Okay. 
[00:09.035]My college application required a sample of my writing, a short story, and i had nothing. 
[00:14.903]I'd been writing things down for years but nothing resembled an actual story. 
[00:18.909]So, in a panic i went to find alvin at the store to tell me what to do. 
[00:22.954]Alvin 
[00:23.240]There's gotta be thousands of stories in that head of yours, tom. 
[00:25.579]Just pick one and write it down. 
[00:28.086]Thomas 
[00:28.455]So i picked one and wrote it down. Three hundred and fifty words amounting to, 
[00:33.381]I suspected, a pile of crap. So, i decided to read it to alvin and let him decide if it was
[00:39.418]Any good at all. 
[00:40.498](thomas reads.) 
[00:41.042]The butterfly. By thomas weaver. 
[00:44.342]Alvin 
[00:44.668]The butterfly’ 
[00:45.728]Thomas 
[00:45.993]Yeah. 
[00:47.876]In a far off land 
[00:49.562]There lived a beautiful butterfly, 
[00:54.376]In a kingdom full of blossom covered trees 
[01:00.322]And winding through this paradise 
[01:03.832]A river danced along 
[01:06.600]And played with the constant summer breeze. 
[01:11.974](thomas hesitates, losing confidence.) 
[01:12.897]Alvin 
[01:13.600]Keep going. 
[01:14.839]Thomas 
[01:15.596]The butterfly 
[01:18.260]Found a tiny branch at the riverside 
[01:22.746]And watched the water rushing who knows where. 
[01:28.541]Carefully he sheltered 
[01:30.955]From the power of the breeze 
[01:33.720]For surely it could toss him through the air. 
[01:39.068]‘i’m a butterfly,’ 
[01:40.959]He said, 
[01:42.913]‘trivial and small 
[01:45.558]And in the greater scheme of things 
[01:48.719]I don’t mean much at all, 
[01:51.403]So i’ll flap my wings to stretch myself 
[01:54.549]And just enjoy the view. 
[01:58.345]I’m a butterfly, what more can i do’’ 
[02:05.379]
[02:07.614]One afternoon the butterfly asked the river, 
[02:12.896]"madam, what makes you hurry so’ 
[02:17.705]What splendid destination 
[02:20.156]Are you rippling toward’ 
[02:23.046]Where, oh where do you go’" 
[02:27.918]The river said, ‘i’m headed for the ocean, 
[02:33.183]And the summer breeze inspires me to race. 
[02:38.209]My friend, you’d love the ocean. 
[02:40.864]It’s remarkable to see. 
[02:43.725]Won’t you join our friendly chase’’ 
[02:48.270]‘i’m a butterfly,’ 
[02:50.249]He said, 
[02:51.801]‘trivial and small 
[02:54.281]And in the greater scheme of things 
[02:57.313]I don’t mean much at all, 
[02:59.907]So i flap my wings to stretch myself 
[03:02.823]And just enjoy the view. 
[03:05.004]I’m a butterfly, what more can i do’’ 
[03:10.349]
[03:11.067]So the butterfly, he dreamed of the ocean. 
[03:16.208]He longed to flutter high above the seas, 
[03:20.837]But there are dangers in the sky 
[03:24.204]For a tiny butterfly. 
[03:26.626]So from his branch 
[03:27.817]He asked a question of the breeze. 
[03:31.769]"what makes you chase the river 
[03:34.182]T’ward the ocean’" 
[03:36.969]Then the breeze told him a most amazing thing. 
[03:42.338]‘i’m simply made up of the currents in the air 
[03:47.870]That start from the movement of your wing, 
[03:52.847]Your tiny wing.’ 
[03:56.431]‘you’re a butterfly my friend, 
[04:01.239]Powerful and strong 
[04:03.479]And i'm grateful for the way 
[04:05.769]You’ve always hurried me along. 
[04:09.295]When you flap your wings to stretch yourself 
[04:12.071]It might seem small to you 
[04:15.624]But you change the world 
[04:20.245]With everything you do.’ 
[04:24.880]
[04:30.163]So he stretched his wings 
[04:32.885]And took off from the safety of his tree 
[04:40.145]And the butterfly finally saw the sea.
[04:56.535]

Alvin 
A neat career. 
A story about thomas. 
Thomas 
Okay. 
My college application required a sample of my writing, a short story, and i had nothing. 
I'd been writing things down for years but nothing resembled an actual story. 
So, in a panic i went to find alvin at the store to tell me what to do. 
Alvin 
There's gotta be thousands of stories in that head of yours, tom. 
Just pick one and write it down. 
Thomas 
So i picked one and wrote it down. Three hundred and fifty words amounting to, 
I suspected, a pile of crap. So, i decided to read it to alvin and let him decide if it was
Any good at all. 
(thomas reads.) 
The butterfly. By thomas weaver. 
Alvin 
The butterfly’ 
Thomas 
Yeah. 
In a far off land 
There lived a beautiful butterfly, 
In a kingdom full of blossom covered trees 
And winding through this paradise 
A river danced along 
And played with the constant summer breeze. 
(thomas hesitates, losing confidence.) 
Alvin 
Keep going. 
Thomas 
The butterfly 
Found a tiny branch at the riverside 
And watched the water rushing who knows where. 
Carefully he sheltered 
From the power of the breeze 
For surely it could toss him through the air. 
‘i’m a butterfly,’ 
He said, 
‘trivial and small 
And in the greater scheme of things 
I don’t mean much at all, 
So i’ll flap my wings to stretch myself 
And just enjoy the view. 
I’m a butterfly, what more can i do’’ 
One afternoon the butterfly asked the river, 
"madam, what makes you hurry so’ 
What splendid destination 
Are you rippling toward’ 
Where, oh where do you go’" 
The river said, ‘i’m headed for the ocean, 
And the summer breeze inspires me to race. 
My friend, you’d love the ocean. 
It’s remarkable to see. 
Won’t you join our friendly chase’’ 
‘i’m a butterfly,’ 
He said, 
‘trivial and small 
And in the greater scheme of things 
I don’t mean much at all, 
So i flap my wings to stretch myself 
And just enjoy the view. 
I’m a butterfly, what more can i do’’ 
So the butterfly, he dreamed of the ocean. 
He longed to flutter high above the seas, 
But there are dangers in the sky 
For a tiny butterfly. 
So from his branch 
He asked a question of the breeze. 
"what makes you chase the river 
T’ward the ocean’" 
Then the breeze told him a most amazing thing. 
‘i’m simply made up of the currents in the air 
That start from the movement of your wing, 
Your tiny wing.’ 
‘you’re a butterfly my friend, 
Powerful and strong 
And i'm grateful for the way 
You’ve always hurried me along. 
When you flap your wings to stretch yourself 
It might seem small to you 
But you change the world 
With everything you do.’ 
So he stretched his wings 
And took off from the safety of his tree 
And the butterfly finally saw the sea.