Deep in the Louisiana swamp a green liquid was dripping into the water causing ripples increasing in size as the ripple traveled away from the center where the drop had made contact to the water.
It was not a singular dripping spot. Thousands of locations this green fluid was dripping to the water. In the quietness of the swamped. The combine sound of thousands of drips was almost like it was raining. Mist has a way of making color turn to a grayish color. Not quite a black shadow or silhouette but not close enough to have light and mist reflect the muted color. Color is light reflecting off an object. Each item holds some light and the rest bounces back out to make the color. In the muted grey color was the trees with the moss hanging down almost to the black water. Full of fallen trees and stumps sticking out. Coming into focus was some low to the water canoes with a crew of four men in each one slowly maneuvering the swamp. They hadn't noticed they were in the direct pathway to the dripping green fluid.
On the banks was a full grown large gator half decomposed with hundreds of butterfly's sitting on the rotting flesh or flying in and about the immediate area. Joe was the first one to spot this as they were landing the canoes onto the bank. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Did these butterfly's actually attack and kill this gator. Mark looked closer at the water and noticed the green dripping fluid coming from the cocoon. As the others were looking around the area Mark took a closer look at one of the cocoon. As Lisa stepped on a animal trapped large enough to snap her leg bone she yelled out a scream. Bob turned to see Lisa covered in butterfly's and Bob screams out, "KILLER BUTTERFLY'S!!!" at the same time raising his shotgun towards the butterfly's covering Lisa.
As we're looking down at the swamp from a birds eye view we hear shotguns going off and the flash of explosive gun powder coming out of the end of the barrel in between the branches of the trees with screams of death fill the air. Swamp birds flying off in all directions.
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Two babies.....One is Laughing and playing with it's feet the other is crying and crying and crying and crying. The difference. The crying baby is worried about the future that it can not see except through its own fear. The Laughing Baby playing with its feet is retarded...we should all run in fear and be scared every moment of our lives...wait....ooops...wrong ending....the laughing baby is living in the moment and not concern with the uncontrollable.
