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First how do you identify a moth from a butterfly?

When a butterfly lands on the ground, it always holds its wings up from the ground whereas, a moth gently lays them parallel to the ground.

One beautiful night, I lay on my bed, nostalgic about the day’s activities. I had had, so much fun, it was unbelievable! From the escalades, to the mall and finally, at the football pitch. I could finally rest, my team had won and it was one week to the finals. Time for our rivals to eat lead!

Finally, everything was working out! The stars were out, a gentle breeze caressed my face proved to be more soothing than anything else. Breathing gently, I finally drifted away to a land of peaceful, soothing, slumber…

It lasted only a few seconds and I was now at the stadium, wearing a football jersey, and my team was supported by millions of fans. Fans of the opposing side were in full regalia, of course, we didn’t speak the same ‘language’, it was then, that the insults begun! I screamed as loud as I could but, all that came out were whispers. How annoying, the final game when the players need all the cheering and all I could do was whisper?!

Come on, louder! I thought, so with all the courage I shouted and finally, I was getting results. I danced, cheered and when our rivals got the ball, I jeered- though I sounded more like a grunting pig than a cheerleader.

Oh! No! Our opponents had the ball, I have to admit, and their striker was flawless in his precision in striking goals. He was a lean, mean, moving midget and now he had the ball. The final whistle was about to go off! This was it; he would either make it, or break it. We had to do something; I wasn’t going to let them squash like little bugs. A girls got to do, what a girls got to do.

I set out to make sure we didn’t lose. I broke through security and landed on the pitch and shouted as loud as I could- it didn’t work.

I tried again- it didn’t work.

I tried again- it worked; now I had the little midget’s attention.  I was going to give him exactly what he deserved! He realized what I was doing, picked something from the ground and aimed it my way. I was too busy with my mouth open shouting for them to lose…

All of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe. Chocking……not….breathing!! I tried to yell for help- nothing. I don’t believe this; he had a golf ball in his pocket! For crying out loud what soccer player in his right mind carries a golf ball to football match?!

It didn’t matter, nobody called the paramedics. I opened my eyes and realized, the finals weren’t here yet! I was on my bed, chocking on a giant moth! I tried swallowing it but, nothing happened! I ran out of my room- rather staggered my way out, knocked on my mother’s door- rather banged on it! Then, she opened and suddenly everything went black…

If you’re reading this, then I really did die…