Butterflies

by Mitchell Harding

written 10/13/98

There were a lot of butterflies at the bus stop today.

At first I fancied that I was witnessing the formation of a butterfly armada that had, no doubt, some dread purpose. I was considering this unpleasant possibility when I observed several of the troops being pulverized by passing cars.

And that is the story of how, in a single day, I learned of both the existence of the butterflies' plan and the key to defeating them.


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