How did the butterfly avoid getting swooped up in the net?
Rory was on lockdown. He danced around his room to an imaginary poem.
X marks the spot. Cupid’s arrow pointed up. A space alien drew a girl in the sand. Rory coughed up a prehistoric fish. It flew out of his mouth like a bumble bee painting pollen on a field of clover. The girl looked around the corner and smiled. A Saturn V blasted down from the sky and exploded into a dramatic firestorm.
Rory examined the whole scene through a magnifying glass. It was a gift from the gods who in their sleepy dreams are black masked yellow jackets robbing seaman banks.