I knew when I saw it, It was something special. I say It because It wasn’t an elephant, and It definitely wasn’t a butterfly, I guess It was a Elephant butterfly or maybe or Butterfly elephant or even a Elefly or Butterphant. But whatever It was, one thing was clear It was special, I mean it isn’t every day you see what I saw, not in the English countryside, that was my first thought. My second was that no one would believe me if I told them about It, so I just stared, stared at the elephant with butterfly wings in the place of ears, and It stared back. It wasn’t really one of those ‘moments’ that they describe in books, you know the ones where the animal and the boy just look into each other's eyes and understand. More like an awkward silence. Eventually I looked away, It gave a sort of snort like it wasn’t very impressed, I felt my cheeks flush. Honestly I was surprised I was blushing at a time like this, my face grew hotter, but it wasn’t my body heat. It was It. The Elephant butterfly or whatever you wanted to call it, standing there, right behind me, breathing hot stinky air onto my face. I admit it, I nearly screamed, but the noise caught in my throat and instead I let out a sort of strangled “eerk”. Embarrassed I flushed again. It tilted its head regarding me. I squirmed under the judgmental gaze, it was rather uncomfortable, I’m sure you can imagine. Then It grunted again, but this time it was more a grunt of approval. I felt strangely pleased with myself. Then It disappeared. Gone just like that. Vanished. No sign It had been there save for a squashed part of grass where It had stood. I was alone, just me, the field, and my mother calling my name.
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