Don't let those butterflies boss you around!

Thinking of how far you have come and all you have accomplished, it seems ridiculous to allow yourself to be railroaded by insects who amount to little more than flying flower petals. You strain against their pull and break towards the path to the left. The butterflies pursue, flapping their tiny wings against your face, but you brush them aside and push forward. You turn a corner and find yourself facing a section of the hedge maze filled with silk webs and cocoons, each cocoon is guarded by one of the giant butterflies you had seen earlier at the airfield. Upon seeing you so close to their young the massive insects flock together and come at you like a wall.

Death by butterfly?

How embarrassing.

The End