odin found a butterfly that appeared to have a broken wing ( or at least part of the wing was bent in a very odd position ) in the front yard and was determined to nurse it back to health. he quickly named it buttercup and even though it slowly went from not moving at all to jumping off his finger and flittering a bit, i told him that i didn’t think it would survive.

he said he knew that but that it was still important to try.

many hours later, odin came running in the house after going out to check on buttercup who was resting on a piece of driftwood in a safe location.

“buttercup flew away! buttercup flew away! buttercup flew away!”

who knows what happened to buttercup but we’ll all choose to believe she flew away after an afternoon of rest and relaxation with odin.