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The grass was soft under my skin. A bright blue sky shone above me. I was on the lawn of my home, the gargoyles gambled about in the grass, playfully chasing a small white butterfly. I poured myself a glass of iced tea from a pitcher I had on a tray beside me. The liquid was cold and sweet, and I was blissfully happy.
“My lady," Brog said, "this butterfly is so fast."
“Yes, Brog, it is."
“Don’t bother the lady, she is resting,” Grog said.
“It’s alright, Grog, I can rest and watch you chase butterflies at the same time."
The gargoyles were getting better. They had been with me a little while now and were finally starting to treat my home as their own. As I watched, the butterfly lighted upon Brog’s nose, his eyes crossed as he tried to look at it. Grog danced around him, try
