( a butterice is a butterfly in 2 year old language)
the other day i saved a butterice! it had been smooshdid on the field and i saw its wings fluttering. he was alive but, chances were going down. So i picked him up on my toe and carried him to some plants away from trampeling feet. He was on his death toe and I helped him. It made me feel good to help the little buggy, even though i'm pretty sure he got blown away later. I think I'll name him weetzie koohl. (that would be my name if i got to choose :)
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