The slow, moving current tried to wash him away, but I was able to help. I found a long stick and chased after him. As he held onto one end of the stick I was able to pull him out. He started to thank me, tell me how much he loved me, and then made me promise to not tell our parents. They noticed my brother was dripping wet when we got home, so I didn’t have to keep that promise.
We soon came across a river and I tried to convince him to go back again, but he only pushed a dead, decaying tree down and started to use it as a bridge. When he got halfway across the tree there was a loud crack, yell, and splash. My brother had fallen into the river.
“We’re heading pretty deep into the forest”, I point out, “maybe we should head back”. He either didn’t hear me or just didn’t care. As we head farther out I try to memorize our way by large clumps of poison ivy and wierdly shaped cobwebs.
A long time ago, my brother and I were playing outside on Vacation when we saw a huge butterfly fly past us. “Lets chase it” he said. As we followed it we headed deeper into the trees.
It was all because of my idiot brother and that stupid butterfly.
The Butterfly
