|Continuing from yesterday,
A small butterfly in a Japanese garden, just outside Middlesex, flaps its wings, soundlessly. Upon the gentle breeze faint war-like battle cries can be heard...
"AAAAGGGHHHHH - IT'S TOO BRIGHT, IT'S TOO BRIGHT"
"PUT YOUR SUNGLASSES ON TOM"
"THE LIGHT OF AAPGAI IS MELTING MY POLYPROPS"
"&&^%%@', gerroff, %$"£££*"