Medvedev Dmitriy: http://www.proza.ru/2013/07/03/1384
One day, the Caligo* butterfly had her loveliest friends visit her, all no less glorious looking than herself. The hostess organized a puddle of fruit juice and happily spread her great wings with owl eyes pattern on them, so the birds won’t try and harm her guests. The friends chatted merrily, gossiped about the scale of scales on their common acquaintances, discussed the colors of the upcoming season and came to a conclusion that flowers are just “icky”- a badly smelling butterflies wannabies. Finally, they’ve decided that they sat enough in one place and started looking for something to do next.
“On my way here, I’ve seen a nice cow dropping. Maybe we should go there?” The malachite-colored beauty Ciproeta** asked. “After that we can mar the flowers.”
“And then we’ll see if a rose by any other game will smell the same.” Urania*** gave a poisonous smile. “But then let’s choose those which are absolutely white, perfectly shaped, with tempting scents… If we honor the flora with our visit, let’s keep it to the most perfect flowers.”
“Spare me.”- The mean Saturnia**** fluttered her wings. “I keep my way distance from those plants with oversweet nectar! Those are pure calories, and I have a diet to follow: eat nothing until I die. But for that dropping, I’ll tag along. I love digging through excrements.”
“I’d fly,” the lazy tree-seating Caligo stretched her words. “But why should I? Here we have overripe bananas, which are second to no fecals.”
“Are they fermented already?” The blue-winged Morpho# rose to the occasion. “Because I’ve grown sober with all that talking about food and excrements.”
“There’s plenty of time to get wasted.” Ciproeta assured her. “The fun’s just starting! Well, let’s go, while the droppings are still liquid.
All of them, except the hostess, who fell into a sated sleep, took off towards new amusements. And nobody noticed that next to them sat the simplest Wax Moth, who listened in to the conversation of the marvelous butterflies. She really wanted a way out from her grey routine, to taste the glamour of the life those colorful and extravagant persons led. But the moth was never welcomed into the circle of those seductresses, and again, she didn’t share all their interests.
“I can understand when a beauty is obsessed with looking for the perfect one, when she’s fanatically centered on her looks, when she allows herself no strain or loses it completely on a drunken party.” The Wax Moth pondered on her way home. “But I can’t understand the slightest way, why the beautiful ones are always attracted to shit.”
*Caligo- aka Owl Butterfly. Doesn’t fly more than 20 minutes a day.
**Ciproeta- loves liquid droppings.
*** Urania- Prefers a single type, white flowers. It’s poisonous.
****Saturnia- Doesn’t eat, has a lifespan of a couple of weeks.
#Morpho- eats fermented and “drunken” fruits.
All those butterflies are attracted to the smell of droppings and practically ignore flowers.