Butterfly Surgery 

If he hadn't been staring at the ground, Alfred Foster Jones would have never seen the butterfly,  injured on the ground. Alfred felt bad for the small, beautiful insect, but shook his head as he started to walk away. 

As he walked, however, the small insects image wouldn't leave his mind. He shook his head to try to clear it, but the broken body of the tiny creature remained. In his mind he could still see it struggling to fly away from the danger of more shoes, the thought making him feel guiltier and guiltier. After what felt like an eternity (But in reality was only a few minutes), he spun around and ran back to the entrance of the building he worked at, where the butterfly still laid. 

Alfred carefully scooped up the small insect, careful not to touch the good wing, and carefully carried it home with him. 

Once in his small New York apartment Alfred set the butterfly on his counter, then raced to his computer to google how to care for the poor insect. He found this:

"To properly care for a butterfly one must have 2 important things: Temperature and Flying Space. 

Temperature can best be handled with a light bulb, so the butterfly may bask in the warmth and move out of it to cool down. be sure to cover the bulb, as it will fly into it, with deadly consequences" Alfred paused to make a note of that, then went back to reading.

"Flying Space: A butterfly needs to fly in the wild to survive, so having a large area for it to fly around is a must. In truth, no enclosure is big enough for a butterfly, and some people who keep them as pets like to let them fly around the house! It is also recommended to keep a butterfly in a mesh or mosquito netting rather than glass or plastic, as they cannot walk on this and will continuously flap against it, which may cause damage to their fragile bodies." Alfred made another note, looking up to see the butterfly still on the counter, seeming to be watching him. He chuckled softly, then went back to the website, scrolling down. He read about food for the butterfly, and identified his butterfly as a Papilio Ulysses, a species of blue butterfly ((As I have pictured above)) with black tipped wings. Alfred smiled softly and got up, walking over to the helpless creature, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. 

Its wing was bent out of shape, and was therefor useless. Alfred hummed in though, what could he do to help the poor little creature? Why should he bother? Was there any way he COULD help the butterfly? 

((Hello, I just wanted to say thank you for reading, and that I'm debating A) to make this into a story, and B) to even continue writing this. Please comment and tell me what you think, if i make it a story it will DEFINITELY have a better title! :) Until next time!