My mate Max was all upset today.
It seems he was out on the patio when he saw a butterfly and he stopped to talk to it. The butterfly was telling Max that they did not live for very long and that it was a pity that it had been raining every day since he had pupated. Isn't that a lovely word? I didn't know what it meant when Max said it so I asked him. Apparently these butterflies start life as caterpillars and then they make a cocoon and then they become this pupa thing and finally the butterfly.
I thought it was an awesome journey but Max pointed out that because it was such a long process, when they got to be what they were meant to be they didn't have long to live so all in all it wasn't so good.
Well Max was getting very friendly with this butterfly and asked his name. It was Bernie. Max being the well brought up cat he is put out his paw to shake hands (or paws) with Bernie and inadvertently crushed him leaving just a pile of dust.
Max was really upset as Bernie had never seen the sun and in a moment of misfortune had met an untimely end.
I told Max to cheer up as Bernie must have been pleased to know him if only for a short time.
Max is OK now I think
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