On a sunny morning in Mid-April, it finally happened. After millenia of being a lesser species, the Butterflies of Earth decided they'd had enough. No more being slaves to the pollination so that those damn humans could just come and destroy it all. No more flitting beautifully, yet without freedom, in countless 'gardens' for the amusement of those vicious masters.
No, it was all going to end on this day.
Carson landed on the head of one of them, and punched his proboscis through her skull, directly into the right spot of her brain. Instantly her eyes glazed over, and a manic grin appeared on her face, and she stood up robotically and began to move. On countless others, in every country of the world, the scene was repeated again and again.
Yes. They would have their revenge. |
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