Ooh, that grapefruit looks so delicious, how the sun is shining on its glistening segments! This succulent citrus surprise has always been a weakness of mine. My proboscis would be quivering with anticipation if it weren’t for this glass coffin that I’m encased in.
Hmm…maybe if I hurl myself into this machinery I could shatter the exoskeleton I’ve been fitted with by that cursed lepidopterist who thought it would be oh so cool to line up a collection of me and my friends on his mantelpiece. Then I could eat that grapefruit!
Well, this is unfortunate. Here I thought the butterfly goddess and her two acolytes looming ahead of me might be of assistance in my predicament. Perhaps she could have freed me herself or at least pushed me into those cogs. But in my haste to prostrate myself before her I inadvertently broke my coffin in half and lost a crucial part of one wing! Apparently my structural integrity has been forever compromised by this glass.
Let this be a lesson to all my fluttery friends: Never trust a lepidopterist! (Even if they come bearing gifts of grapefruit…)