My Sibling Put a Butterfly in the Mail
by Crabby McGrouchpants
She did! And it fluttered and died.
"Sib," I said, over the phone, "why on earth'dya do such a thing?"
"I dunno," she said. "Dad told me to."
"That's not an answer," sayeth I. "You have to think for yourself."
"Oh, well," said she. "What's one dead butterfly, anyway?"
To a Gemini, I thought, it's everything.
But I said:
"That's fine. I'll call you tomorrow."
"O.K.," said she. "But don't forget to wait until my show's over."
"O.K.," said I. "Bye," and hung up.
Two hundred twenty-two days later, and she's still waiting!