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Originally Posted by
laurange 
Brian was wandering around the grounds, just walking aimlessly. There was a word for that, wasn't there? A word that specifically meant walking aimlessly? That probably sounded a bit like littering? Lottering? Loitering? Yeah, that was probably it. Brian was loitering - y'know what, saying he was walking aimlessly sounded better. He was definitely aimless. Or maybe his aim was to explore - that had to count for something.
BUT OOOH THERE WAS A BUTTERFLY!
And just like that, Brian's inner child was unleashed again and he chased the butterfly all the way from the lake to the playground that he didn't even know existed where the butterfly sat, perched on one end of the see-saw. Poised like a cat ready to catch its prey, Brian stood very, very still.
"Nobody bloody move!!!!!!"
Bentley came charging into the playground with his camera bag billowing behind him. This was it! He was so close to getting his shot. He had been carefully following this one butterfly...well stalking the butterfly (if it was even the same one) for the better part of fifteen minutes and now it finally perched.
He was going to get his shot.
"Back away...back away.." He whispered fiecrely to the boy as he crouched then shuffled gentley towards the see-saw.
"I don't want you to scare it away....." Slowly..slowly he brought his camera up to his eye.