' “Butterfly, what are you doing out on such a windy day?” she asked him. “You’ll take cold and die long before your time.”

“Death takes what man would keep,” said the butterfly “and leaves what man would lose. Blow, wind, and crack your
cheeks. I warm my hands before the fire of life and get four-way relief.” He glimmered like a scrap of owl-light on her
horn.'



Image description: A unicorn sits ona hill, speaking to a yellow butterfly that hangs before her in the air. Rabbits and birds play nearby in the grass and bushes.