man...i'm hungry...
King Serge glanced at his watch.
A streak of blond hair, and Sophie was---Sophie was gone. The butterfly poked about, twirling in the air. As it examined its antennae in a dew drop, it itched its leg. Now, as a butterfly, one does not have hands, which makes it fairly difficult---in my opinion---to scratch your calves and thighs and just all around in general. Therefore, it did as any butterfly would have done: became a human. Matt stretched out his hands, ruffling his dark gold hair. Then he itched his leg madly, causing a raging holocaust-like rash to appear. As he scratched, he wondered how multiple bug bites had gotten there. Did bugs bite bugs?
