It thought to itself, butterflies are certainly beautiful.
There are so many different species around the world. It has some memory of being told there are two hundred thousand of them, with some of them actually migrating from cold regions. It thinks, who in their right mind doesn’t like butterflies! For many, they are seen as exquisite creatures of delicate beauty, symbols of hope and rebirth. In some cultures they represent the triumph of the spirit over the physical state. It couldn’t say for sure how old it was, but it knew that a butterfly has a lifespan of only a few weeks. Of course, it knows that they go through this magical stage of metamorphosis from caterpillar, but it missed out on that bit. His transformation was of a different kind.
A sombre mood came over it.
It just wished like hell that it hadn’t been so rude to the old lady with the hooked nose and could go back to being a small boy again.