Simon had gotten lost. The boy had followed the shouts and cries of people into an area that reminded him of a lush forest. He stopped, trying to figure out if he was going to the right place as he was surrounded by numerous amounts of magnificent magical plants. Blue eyes gazed around him trying to find where he was. Perhaps there was a sign or something? And then he saw the sign.

Butterfly hunting, hey?

Well that sounded sort of fun. All of a sudden, a kaleidoscope of butterflies flew straight towards him. Oh Merlin, where they going to run straight into him? His blue eyes widened and then his bright green tie was covered with butterflies. Uh, wasn't he supposed to be catching butterflies. Without a net in his hand, he just stood there, waiting for the butterflies to move.

They didn't move.