HE LIFTED THE BLUE HAND TOWEL

He lifted the blue hand towel

that carpeted the cardboard

box, to see if the wounded

butterfly

had

gone

under it

for some reason,

but she wasn’t there.

“Maybe her wing healed

and she flew away,” said his

mother. The little boy

brightened at

the

idea,

but continued

to search for

his lost

pet,

anyway.