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‘Aw, man,’ Ardmore told Beechwood.

‘I knew I should never have watched that old science fiction movie right after listening to all me old ’60’s albums. That dream I had last night was the bomb.’

‘O.K.,’ Beechwood said. ‘Let’s hear it.’

Ardmore went on to explain.

‘I was in a harsh Oriental jungle, surrounded by killer butterflies and elephants.’

‘Just when I thought I had found a welcome respite from it all, they ate some (ahem, shall we say?) tainted marshmallows and transformed into a hybrid creature, more virulent, more destructive than anyone could even so much as begin to imagine.’

‘Wow!’ Beechwood said obligingly. ‘I told you not to go too crazy, man.’

I am beautiful.

On the surface, so tough.

On the inside, soft as velvet.

See my soul fly, with the wings of a butterfly.

See them flutter.

See them float.

See the display of colour.

In my heart

I am fleet

I can float

I can touch, soft and tender, on fragile petals.

In the world

I am hard

Tough as leather

Thick as tree trunks.

What I touch breaks

My steps destroy

My feeding needs, rapacious

Yet, I nurture my young

Wish for their future

for a lightness, love, safety

The freedom to fly,

bright as a butterfly. (99 words, 6 minutes)

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I got paid in peanuts to become this innovative and exploratory in nature form of art, but I happen to like peanuts.  The artist has this thing for butterflies, and he said that it will probably wash off in a week, so I said what the hell and went along with it.  I am getting kind of old now and my skin is all wrinkled, but with these colorful ears, nobody is looking at my wrinkles anymore.  I am thinking that if I flap my ears fast enough that I might be able to fly.  My body is relatively aerodynamic for that of a land animal, but if I did start flying around, they would probably put me in a circus.  I weigh a heck of a lot more than any bird, and although my body has adapted to my weight, my ears would have to be a whole lot…

131 Words By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to the 6 minute challenge picture prompt provided by STINE WRITING and Miniatures

The procedure to correct and reduce Dumbos massive ears to prevent him from warning circuses around the world about the terrible duo, has gone awry. Dr. Putinup and his trusted assistant Trumpit, strove to put down all resistance supporting the little elephants right to flight and freedom by garnering the likes of Turn-the-other-way-ary and the ever shadowy figure of the increasingly unpopular Polanites.

Upon removal of the little elephants bandages, surgeons and politicians all were shocked and stunned to find their efforts were in fact, in vain when these magnificent butterfly ears emerged and the proud little elephant asserted his independence by flapping his new wings and hopping right over the indignant and horrified faces of both Putinup and Trumpit and their staunch contingent of disbelieving miscreants.

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The black-market lab was at it again. They had been completing genetic experiments for ten years. Most of their “creations” were huge failures. Often the creatures died shortly after birth.

The gestation for the latest project was the longest they had ever dealt with. After 22 months of anxious waiting, the calf was born. It seemed perfectly normal at birth. There were a few anomalies after a few months though. The ears curled up and crusted over. The calf was then rejected by its mother and needed to be bottle fed. It was decided to not intervene with whatever might occur to the strange ears. The elephant hid on the compound for months. When it reappeared, it had the most glorious ears ever seen.

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