Wakulla Springs Monologue

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“Ana, it’s time to leave!” Dad called to me. We were driving to the Wakulla Springs Lodge. Mom and Dad wanted to go there before the butterflies migrate. I wanted to go to the movies. Dad stopped at the lodge and brought out a map. “We’ll drive to St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge to see the butterflies,” he said. When we got there, we parked the car and walked toward a marsh. “Look at the butterflies!” I said, as they rose up ahead of us and landed on flowers. “So many! All different with beautiful designs! One is striped like a zebra!” It was amazing! I had never seen anything like it before.

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