Weeks passed, and Ronny was still in his cocoon. Molly slept on that branch, protecting it from any kind of harm that may have stopped Ronny from emerging just like his father. One night as Molly was sleeping, she heard the faintest crack. She woke right up and flew down to Ronny's cocoon. If it was falling, she would catch it if she had to. But luckily, it wasn't. It was just Ronny slowly emerging. She flew back and hovered there, watching as her son slowly emerged from his cocoon, getting ready with the words to tell him. She watched as he crawled out with his legs, still hanging onto the cocoon, he turned as he clung to the cocoon as he came out. He noticed his mother hovering there and blinked a few times.

  "Mum?" He asked.

  "Ronny.." Molly slowly began.

  "Mum! I did it! I'm a butterfly!" Ronny excalaimed, slowly stretching his new wings.

  "Ronny, there's.." Molly began but he cut her off.

  "I've gotta show the guys!" Ronny screamed as he flew off towards the branch his friends hung out at.

  "Ronny, wait!" Molly said as she tried to fly after him.

  Ronny made it to the top branch where they all hung out and noticed Lucia, Mark and Tick asleep. He landed on the branch and slowly crawled up to them.

  "Boo!" He screamed, waking the three up.

  Mark, Tick and Lucia screamed as they noticed him, and flew backwards off the branch.

  Ronny looked at them oddly as they hovered in the air.

  "What's wrong, guys?" He asked them.

  "Ronny?" Mark asked.

  "Yeah, it's me,look at me, I'm a pretty butterfly like you guys finally!" Ronny stated.

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  "Pretty?" Mark asked.

  "Hate to break it to ya, pal but brown's not a pretty colour" Tick said.

  "We're gonna.." Mark trailed off.

  "Sleep somewhere else" Tick finished the sentence.

  "Sorry" Lucia said, shrugging her shoulders as the three flew off.

  "Brown?" Ronny asked, confused, as he watched his three friends fly away from him.

  He flew off the branch and away from the tree as Molly came flying up to the branch.

  "Ronny, dear!" She screamed as she landed.

  She looked around the tree and couldn't see Ronny at all.

  "Now where could he have gone?" she said with a sigh.

  Ronny flew through the night, away from the tree. As he ws flying he noticed a light shining through a window in a building that was close by. For some odd reason, he felt drawn to the light. He didn't know buterflies were this drawn to light. He decided to investigate thelight and flew towards the building. He landed on the windowsill, and looked through the window. And that's when he saw it. His reflection. He now knew what Tick meant by brown. He wasn't a pretty butterfly at all. He was a moth. And one of those ugly ones too. He gave a sigh and sat down as he stared at the reflection in the light. At that moment, he heard a familiar voice.

  "Well, look who's turned into quite the specimen!" It said.

  Ronny turned around to see Bourke standing behind him.

  "Quite the specimen indeed" He said flatly.

  "Oh, now why so glum, chum?" Bourke asked.

  "Isn't it obvious?" Ronny asked, "I'm a moth!"

  "Big deal, kiddo" Bourke stated.

  'It is a big deal, Bourke, " Ronny said, "Humans will hate me, My friends won't want anything to do with me, and most importantly, the girl I love is not only a butterfly but she also is part of the group that wants nothing to do with me"

  "Calm down, kiddo," Bourke said, "Look at me, I'm a blowfly, for crying out loud! The worst kind of fly there is, probably. But I still cope. Humans hate me, I just avoid humans. Friends want nothing to do with you? I don't need friends. And as for love, I haven't found it yet, but I know it'll come. Love works in mysterious ways. So, you see, being a moth ain't so bad. Apart from not being attracted to light, what do butterflies have that moths don't?"

  "Humans love them" Ronny stated dryly.

  "Like I said, avoid humans, so minus that," Bourke said, "Look, what I'm trying to say is a moth is still a butterfly. Just a unique type of butterfly. So, think of yourself as that. A unique butterfly"

  Bourke went to ready his wings and fly off but just before he did, another moth came flying down towards them and landed on the sill in front of Ronny.

  "I knew I was attracted to something down here" She said to Ronny.

  "Yeah, it's the light" Ronny said, dull-ly pointing behind him.

  "I wasn't talking about the light" The other moth said, wiggling her furry eyebrows at Ronny.

  "What did I tell you, kid?" Bourke said as he flew away into the night.