 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Freeman glanced disapprovingly at the boy next to him. The older boy was virtually swimming among a sea of red blossoms, all fragrant and now wafting his way. The entire place was filled with color and light and perfume . . . HOW SILLY. All this just to multiply and populate the earth? Seriously. He just couldn't relate to the butterfly. He personally avoided strong smells.
But, a task was a task. Freeman held out his wand stiffly. "Orchideous!," he ordered.
A dark orange bud formed, dangling limply to one side of the desk. It was mottled with brown and oozing something white. Freeman drew closer for inspection, only to jerk back. It stank like fish! Old, rotting fish, an orange salmon slowly decomposing at the bottom of a stagnant pond. . . what kind of butterfly was going to be attracted to this?
Amazingly, none. However, a giant black beetle whizzed through the air and landed on the wilted stem. It began to chew thoughtfully on the white sap. Freeman chuckled in satisfaction.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |