Post by Ebony on Oct 23, 2004 3:10:51 GMT
The Flight of the Butterfly
Twittering madly, she flew. Down roads of plenty, and dried up lands. Wings are wonderful for traveling, but also for troubles.
The Butterfly was a mix of quicksilver and the ocean. Her wings beat a furious ocean blue, while the outer rims flashed silver, a prize not to be had for anyone’s collection.
Lands flew past, oceans, and rivers. How long had she been traveling, she knew not. A small road opened to her side, ‘Lakeside Amusement Park’ read the sign to the side of the path. So she flew down and entered the tiny dirt road. Bees were buzzing merrily; they stopped to stare in furious awe, the butterfly that had crossed their territory. Stingers flew forward, eager for attack. The butterfly flashed away, her bright silver and blue wings flashing.
Ahead were crowds of millions of people, they were crowding a bridge. On the opposite end, was a man, holding scissors, scissors that were meant to cut the red rope before him? He bowed splendidly to the gathered crowd. He cleared his voice, and spoke, “May I welcome you to Lakeside Amusement Park. In order to pass through the silver sheet behind me,” he motioned to a shimmering curtain. The curtain enveloped the edge of the bridge, stopping anyone from crossing. “You must rid yourself of anything dangerous, weapons and sort. There is no price to enter, but the rides have costs pinned to the beginning of the queuing line, please pay there,” the man continued with his speech, “I must forbid anyone with and conditions to enter. The rides are all frightening, even I, the one that invented them, am too frightened to go on some.” He took a deep breath, “Please ride at your own risk. And now, on the 22nd of May, 1900, I invite you to enter my park.” With a flick of his wrist, the rope was cut. Quickly the Butterfly soared through the shimmering silver mass, and into the theme park.
Instantly a large wooden train-like object caught her attentions. The cars were spinning in and out of large rings, which encircled each other. Many people avoided the large ride; the rings seemed to enter into the heavens. It amazed her that the ride was even possible to be built. After examining closely the mechanics, she too decided it was too much for her. So she moved on.
The next ride that caught her attention was a large metal train. The ride was larger in width then the other. It had six rings that seemed to hoop around each other. The seventh broke off mid way, and spun around through the middle of the first, and ending the ride. Her stomach gave an unhealthy lurch. She moved on.
She did not have to look twice at the next to know she would never enter. There was a large cage, which people were entered and strapped into, that was being tossed high in the air. The butterfly moved just in time, to avoid being hit by the thing on its downfall.
The next looked almost safe; it contained a large amount of people smashing into each other. She stared a few moments, and watched, the people all started to fall. But she couldn’t seem to see where, so she flew overhead. When she looked down, her stomach gave another lurch. They were falling down a large hole. That had been placed dangerously in the midst of the playing field. The people were being thrown back up, into the large, padded room. Where the bubbles that surrounded them vanished, and the people were free to leave. She moved on.
She observed as people were thrown into the sky, and then plummeted back down under the ground. ‘Merry-Go-Down’, read the sign. Not wanting to know the full extent of this statement, she moved on quickly.
There were a good hundred people filling the park by now, they were all gathered at rides, and at the large expanse which sole purpose was to serve them. Restaurants were scattered all over, there were fast-food, and high-quality fancy food. The butterfly sniffed and took in the wonderful aroma of the restaurant-made food. Flying a bit father, she found the washrooms. She flew faster then she thought she ever had to get away.
She was flying so hard, she didn’t realize she was about to collide with the next ride. This ride consisted of people sticking to walls and spinning in a blur. She watched till she felt dizzy. Her stomach already threatening, she decided to leave the evil spinning rides alone.
Finding her way past the crowds, she found a most curious sight. The ride before her was not propelled by rails, or any other material. It seemed as if the large metal car was flying. Beside the ride was a model, the model described the train as ‘The Magnet Roller Coaster.’ She watched as the next load of people entered the clear car. They blazed at eye blurring speeds, on a tour of the park. The train even entered under and into the moat surrounding the island.
The butterfly decided that she had seen everything, but was not yet satisfied with what she saw, so she went to look around a bit more.
She searched the perimeters of the large expanse of island. Around the entire park, was a deep turquoise moat. The moat surrounded the entire island, and onward to the ocean that was little over two miles away. The butterfly fluttered happily around, until she felt the need to rest. Finding a flower was not hard in the park, for the sweet smelling plants were everywhere. The butterfly settled down, her wings tucked nicely into her sides.
George had been watching the flashing butterfly. She had examined the entire park, and seemed to approve. Slowly he lowered a glass over the flower, as to not awake the sleeping butterfly. Slowly he lifted the beautiful containment of the jar into his hand. He whispered a few choice words, words he learnt so long ago, and replaced the butterfly on its perch.
He watched the creature for a few moments, before looking out past the water. The silver sheen of the sheet glared off of his glasses. It sent a sharp thrill through his being. Most of his short life had been devoted toward this park, the magnet train, the rollers, and the silver sheet that guards it, effective, but deadly. The bees were constantly swarming, invisible to anyone but those that know they’re there, another of his brilliant defense mechanisms.
He made a sharp buzzing noise. Instantly he saw the bees, on the other side of the moat, stop in mid flight. The largest of them, the queen, came out from inside her hiding place. She slid noiselessly through the still large crowds on the bridge and through the beautifully swaying sheet. Behind her was a crowd of the others in the hive. Since the people did not see the bees, they were not able to see that each bee had over twelve rows of teeth in each of its mouths. The Queen although, had innumerable rows flooding her mouth.
George waited patiently for them to cross the crowds of people. Once they were dead in front of his face, he launched his plan.
“My dearest friends, I have called you here to inform you of a new member of your tribe,” he informed the bees calmly.
The Queen looked at him with a look of mixed emotions, relief, anger, disgust.
“I have no need for a… apprentice, or any other thing that you have for me,” she replied, equally as calm, “You have given us more then what we could ever request. We need no more!”<br>George smiled, “This is no creature like you!” he informed them, “This creature I have requested just to patrol, and to, protect your tribe.” He had to choose his words carefully, the bees were easily offended.
“We need no protection. You have graced us with many teeth,” every bee in the tribe did something of a smile that showed off their many rows of sharp teeth, “I am sure that we can handle our own.”
George smiled again. He was amused with the bees, and their smiling faces. “This protection is for the parts of the park that you will not go,” he explained, “For instance by my sleeping quarters. I know that none have been there. As over the water, for I know that you hate making this trip.”<br>Some of the bees shuddered. The moat was indeed a horrible obstacle in their way of the sweet and luscious foods that people discarded. The Queen looked disgusted with the way her tribe was showing their fear so openly. Her posture alone showed her displeasure with the situation. “Do show me this, help, that you have so graciously provided my tribe with,” she requested, reluctantly.
Smiling madly, George flung himself around and picked the flower, the butterfly continuing to sleep peacefully on.
The Queen stared wide-eyed at the silver glinting beauty. She sneered, “You give us a butterfly? Is this an insult?” she demanded.
Smiling quietly, George shook his head, “No milady,” he told her, “She will be your servant, at your command.”<br>The Queen slightly wavered, before shaking her head, “Fine, I will take her under my wing, and raise her in the ways of the bee.”
The Queen slightly prodded still sleeping butterfly with her stinger. ‘Wake up!” she demanded, “Don’t be so lazy!” She accused the butterfly. Slowly, with still foggy vision, the butterfly awoke. She fluttered around slightly, before noticing George, and the Queen.
Twittering madly, she flew. Down roads of plenty, and dried up lands. Wings are wonderful for traveling, but also for troubles.
The Butterfly was a mix of quicksilver and the ocean. Her wings beat a furious ocean blue, while the outer rims flashed silver, a prize not to be had for anyone’s collection.
Lands flew past, oceans, and rivers. How long had she been traveling, she knew not. A small road opened to her side, ‘Lakeside Amusement Park’ read the sign to the side of the path. So she flew down and entered the tiny dirt road. Bees were buzzing merrily; they stopped to stare in furious awe, the butterfly that had crossed their territory. Stingers flew forward, eager for attack. The butterfly flashed away, her bright silver and blue wings flashing.
Ahead were crowds of millions of people, they were crowding a bridge. On the opposite end, was a man, holding scissors, scissors that were meant to cut the red rope before him? He bowed splendidly to the gathered crowd. He cleared his voice, and spoke, “May I welcome you to Lakeside Amusement Park. In order to pass through the silver sheet behind me,” he motioned to a shimmering curtain. The curtain enveloped the edge of the bridge, stopping anyone from crossing. “You must rid yourself of anything dangerous, weapons and sort. There is no price to enter, but the rides have costs pinned to the beginning of the queuing line, please pay there,” the man continued with his speech, “I must forbid anyone with and conditions to enter. The rides are all frightening, even I, the one that invented them, am too frightened to go on some.” He took a deep breath, “Please ride at your own risk. And now, on the 22nd of May, 1900, I invite you to enter my park.” With a flick of his wrist, the rope was cut. Quickly the Butterfly soared through the shimmering silver mass, and into the theme park.
Instantly a large wooden train-like object caught her attentions. The cars were spinning in and out of large rings, which encircled each other. Many people avoided the large ride; the rings seemed to enter into the heavens. It amazed her that the ride was even possible to be built. After examining closely the mechanics, she too decided it was too much for her. So she moved on.
The next ride that caught her attention was a large metal train. The ride was larger in width then the other. It had six rings that seemed to hoop around each other. The seventh broke off mid way, and spun around through the middle of the first, and ending the ride. Her stomach gave an unhealthy lurch. She moved on.
She did not have to look twice at the next to know she would never enter. There was a large cage, which people were entered and strapped into, that was being tossed high in the air. The butterfly moved just in time, to avoid being hit by the thing on its downfall.
The next looked almost safe; it contained a large amount of people smashing into each other. She stared a few moments, and watched, the people all started to fall. But she couldn’t seem to see where, so she flew overhead. When she looked down, her stomach gave another lurch. They were falling down a large hole. That had been placed dangerously in the midst of the playing field. The people were being thrown back up, into the large, padded room. Where the bubbles that surrounded them vanished, and the people were free to leave. She moved on.
She observed as people were thrown into the sky, and then plummeted back down under the ground. ‘Merry-Go-Down’, read the sign. Not wanting to know the full extent of this statement, she moved on quickly.
There were a good hundred people filling the park by now, they were all gathered at rides, and at the large expanse which sole purpose was to serve them. Restaurants were scattered all over, there were fast-food, and high-quality fancy food. The butterfly sniffed and took in the wonderful aroma of the restaurant-made food. Flying a bit father, she found the washrooms. She flew faster then she thought she ever had to get away.
She was flying so hard, she didn’t realize she was about to collide with the next ride. This ride consisted of people sticking to walls and spinning in a blur. She watched till she felt dizzy. Her stomach already threatening, she decided to leave the evil spinning rides alone.
Finding her way past the crowds, she found a most curious sight. The ride before her was not propelled by rails, or any other material. It seemed as if the large metal car was flying. Beside the ride was a model, the model described the train as ‘The Magnet Roller Coaster.’ She watched as the next load of people entered the clear car. They blazed at eye blurring speeds, on a tour of the park. The train even entered under and into the moat surrounding the island.
The butterfly decided that she had seen everything, but was not yet satisfied with what she saw, so she went to look around a bit more.
She searched the perimeters of the large expanse of island. Around the entire park, was a deep turquoise moat. The moat surrounded the entire island, and onward to the ocean that was little over two miles away. The butterfly fluttered happily around, until she felt the need to rest. Finding a flower was not hard in the park, for the sweet smelling plants were everywhere. The butterfly settled down, her wings tucked nicely into her sides.
George had been watching the flashing butterfly. She had examined the entire park, and seemed to approve. Slowly he lowered a glass over the flower, as to not awake the sleeping butterfly. Slowly he lifted the beautiful containment of the jar into his hand. He whispered a few choice words, words he learnt so long ago, and replaced the butterfly on its perch.
He watched the creature for a few moments, before looking out past the water. The silver sheen of the sheet glared off of his glasses. It sent a sharp thrill through his being. Most of his short life had been devoted toward this park, the magnet train, the rollers, and the silver sheet that guards it, effective, but deadly. The bees were constantly swarming, invisible to anyone but those that know they’re there, another of his brilliant defense mechanisms.
He made a sharp buzzing noise. Instantly he saw the bees, on the other side of the moat, stop in mid flight. The largest of them, the queen, came out from inside her hiding place. She slid noiselessly through the still large crowds on the bridge and through the beautifully swaying sheet. Behind her was a crowd of the others in the hive. Since the people did not see the bees, they were not able to see that each bee had over twelve rows of teeth in each of its mouths. The Queen although, had innumerable rows flooding her mouth.
George waited patiently for them to cross the crowds of people. Once they were dead in front of his face, he launched his plan.
“My dearest friends, I have called you here to inform you of a new member of your tribe,” he informed the bees calmly.
The Queen looked at him with a look of mixed emotions, relief, anger, disgust.
“I have no need for a… apprentice, or any other thing that you have for me,” she replied, equally as calm, “You have given us more then what we could ever request. We need no more!”<br>George smiled, “This is no creature like you!” he informed them, “This creature I have requested just to patrol, and to, protect your tribe.” He had to choose his words carefully, the bees were easily offended.
“We need no protection. You have graced us with many teeth,” every bee in the tribe did something of a smile that showed off their many rows of sharp teeth, “I am sure that we can handle our own.”
George smiled again. He was amused with the bees, and their smiling faces. “This protection is for the parts of the park that you will not go,” he explained, “For instance by my sleeping quarters. I know that none have been there. As over the water, for I know that you hate making this trip.”<br>Some of the bees shuddered. The moat was indeed a horrible obstacle in their way of the sweet and luscious foods that people discarded. The Queen looked disgusted with the way her tribe was showing their fear so openly. Her posture alone showed her displeasure with the situation. “Do show me this, help, that you have so graciously provided my tribe with,” she requested, reluctantly.
Smiling madly, George flung himself around and picked the flower, the butterfly continuing to sleep peacefully on.
The Queen stared wide-eyed at the silver glinting beauty. She sneered, “You give us a butterfly? Is this an insult?” she demanded.
Smiling quietly, George shook his head, “No milady,” he told her, “She will be your servant, at your command.”<br>The Queen slightly wavered, before shaking her head, “Fine, I will take her under my wing, and raise her in the ways of the bee.”
The Queen slightly prodded still sleeping butterfly with her stinger. ‘Wake up!” she demanded, “Don’t be so lazy!” She accused the butterfly. Slowly, with still foggy vision, the butterfly awoke. She fluttered around slightly, before noticing George, and the Queen.