"Please come back," I said to the brown butterfly. It had looked so pretty sitting atop the bright red hurricane lilies, but now flitted away and wouldn't come back. And I didn't get what I needed to do the sketch. The flowers were much harder to do the actual drawing too--I couldn't do either B-fly or flower right; maybe I should just scrap it. No--even the butterfly wouldn't expect more than my best, I decided.
