Date Posted:13:33:08 07/01/02 Mon Author: The Mayor Subject: He Stalks Impatiently into the Clearing
*He places several empty glass bottles on the ground, holding one in his hands. Muttering angrily about not having someone who could do this for him, he waits until a butterfly goes by. Swiftly, he snatches it out of the air, and puts it into the bottle, sealing the lid, which has little air holes. Than, he repeats the process with another bottle. Soon, he has all the bottles filled. Than, mumbling about 'stupid festivals with wretched parasites' he gathers all the butterfly jars, and hurries back toward the village.*
