Oh my gosh, butterflies!
[She reaches a hand out to one of them, allowing it to flutter to a rest on her outstretched finger.]
Aww! You're so cute!
[Until it starts gnawing at her skin. In the mean time, a butterfly lands on her shoulder, another one landing on the hem of her skirt.]
Ow ow ow ow ow! Ouch!
[She's frantically shaking the butterfly off, slapping at her neck and swatting at her knee. Soon the pretty bouquet of flowers in her hand is doubling as a swatter, leaves, petals and pollen flying everywhere.
[In the process of her swatting, her journal falls out of her pocket and lands open in the dirt. Frantically, she picks it up by a few pages and the front cover, running away from the scene.]
Oh my gosh! Even the butterflies here are mean!