The little butterfly girl was peering over the edge of the most peculiar hole she had ever seen.
"You don't want to fall in now do you?"
"No big butterfly lady," the little butterfly girl called back. "It's just this hole is the most peculiar hole I have ever seen."
"What have I told you about calling me that," scoffed the big butterfly lady. "I am not the the big butterfly lady; I am indeed to be addressed as Madame in your case. Besides, that isn't a hole little butterfly girl, it's a sinkhole, there is a world of difference."
"A shrink-hole?" she questioned. "Does it get smaller near the bottom? Oh! Perhaps if you go into it you become smaller! Wouldn't that be something big butterfl- Madame?"
"No you silly child," sighed an exasperated big butterfly lady. "A sinkhole, not a shrink-hole. A sinkhole is a hole that just opens whenever it so pleases, eating anything in its way. But do not trifle with those things, no little butterfly girl should be pressed for such matters; instead, busy yourself with your little butterfly girl chores little butterfly girl."
The little butterfly girl looked at the sinkhole still however, her little butterfly girl eyes wide with wonder. Eventually though, she deiced to do as the the big butterfly girl had instructed, and busied herself with her little butterfly girl chores.
As she worked on and on, the little butterfly girl's little butterfly girl mind continually crept back to the sinkhole.
"How cliche," she murmured to herself. "It would be for me to fall down that and end up on some nonsensical adventure!"
The little butterfly girl giggled at her own silliness, she knew that most of the readers would either be done reading at this point, driven to boredom by the repetition or by the incredibly dull happenstance her little butterfly girl story was taking place under. As such, the little butterfly girl felt that it would be incredibly appropriate to immediately exit her little butterfly girl house and set said little butterfly girl house alight with flames as she left.
As the fire glistened in the randomly apparent night, the little butterfly girl decided to fill the sink hole as to prevent any cliches from bringing any interesting point into her little butterfly girl story.
As she approached the hole, she was not in the slightest surprised to see it already partially filled with the deceased form of the big butterfly lady. In fact, had the body not been there the little butterfly girl would have felt the greatest of surprise, after all the little butterfly girl had been the one to place the big butterfly lady's dead bod into the sinkhole during the interlude that was her seemingly innocent little butterfly girl monologue and subsequent burning of her little butterfly girl house.
As the little butterfly girl filled the remainder of the sinkhole, an interesting and new character approached from the distance. Unfortunately, as the little butterfly girl would soon learn, this was not actually a new character nor truly an interesting character, but in fact, it was just an old moth traveler.
The old moth traveler introduced himself to the little butterfly girl, but she paid this no heed, because little butterfly girls have greater things to fret over. The little butterfly girl then proceeded to hug the old moth traveler, creating a slightly awkward scene, however, as said scene progressed, the old moth traveler found himself serving only the purpose of informing the little butterfly girl of some little butterfly girl moral lesson that she, or perhaps the readers were supposed to take to heart.
The little butterfly girl quickly buried his body as well.
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