A Rainbow Faerie In a Butterfly World

She was a rainbow faerie in a butterfly world. Where faeries were shunned Considered gossips, thieves, Ignored, pulled down, jeered at due to the butterflies’ preconceived notions and belief in antiquated myths They had grown up thinking their rights were the only ones that mattered. They had been taught at mama’s knees that rainbow faeries were pussies, who despised butterflies, moths, and damselflies. They had been taught to hate rainbow faeries with a passion that can only be taught by butterflies. Some thought that rainbow faerie was a throw back from the times when rainbow faeries crossed the picket lines and pulled off butterfly wings, crumbling them into a delicacy which they ate on oatmeal pies and hot fudge sundaes. Others had no clear stories at all, just knew to loathe her kind. Rainbow faerie tried in vain to find at least one butterfly who would believe in rainbow faerie goodness. Who would give her a chance to show her kindness and empathy. She made it her mission to find one butterfly who would listen, and she found Bulba, a newborn Who she educated secretly to see her soul-self, who was going to give rainbow faeries a chance. Bulba loved her, and adored her, and was the only butterfly who could see Rainbow Faerie. They were happy together for five years. Then Bulba went to school. Due to the pressure from her peers, Bulba had to let go of her knowledge of Rainbow Faerie. She was tromped on and spit on. Her classmates rebuked her, and jeered at her. She was an outcast until she came around to their way of thinking. She became a fierce loather of Rainbow fairies, so she could fit in. She soon was telling them fantastic stories of what she had done to rainbow faeries. Her brain turned. One night after school, to prove her worth, she took an assault rifle and killed Rainbow Faerie in front of the school, showing her deep respect for their preconceived notions and fear of rainbow faeries. She felt sad for a few seconds, but then she went back inside to shape her playdough into a beautiful sign for an NRA rally, and she was a hero, and all was well.