Short Story

Once there was a butterfly named Maurice and he's was very adventurous. Maurice is a colorful insect and loved to travel places, everywhere. He even liked to traveled to Canada, Canada was his favorite place to go. The smells of Tim Horton's, the lovely crisp air in the morning and of course his most favorite of all, the sweet nectar from the vibrant flowers.

Maurice was reading a book about the life cycle of a butterfly. Since he was so interested in reading books and his culture, that's mostly what he did in his free time. Reading books was his favorite thing. Maurice also liked seeing trees and taking naps in them. He had a girlfriend named Clarice who also liked taking naps in trees. Clarice was only a few days older than Maurice, and needed somebody to gander with.

Clarice never liked jewelry, but she did like pebbles when her and Maurice went on their daily fly around the wildlife park in West Virginia. West Virginia was where they lived, they liked how the climate was and the mountains. Maurice would always start off the day with breakfast from the nearby flowers, he would go with Clarice and they would enjoy it every morning.

Clarice had eggs one day and Maurice was very proud to be the father, he wanted to watch them grow and become very beautiful butterflies, but because of how old Maurice was, he died very shortly after, and so did Clarice. They both lived happy lives, and that's what matters.

R.I.P Maurice and Clarice, 2017-2017