A BEAUTIFUL PREHISTORIC SHORT STORY
Tens of thousands of years ago, there was a young caveman who fell into the habit of going down to a place where big beautiful butterflies flitted from one gorgeous wildflower bloom to the next.
One morning he came to watch the beautiful scene and noticed that someone had stepped on and crushed a large red flower and that a bright yellow butterfly lay dead on the bloom. He slowly knelt down, bent over and gingerly touched the butterfly and the bloom as his tears fell on his large, bruised, dirty feet.
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