The butterfly landed on the flower, it's

The butterfly landed on the flower, it's wings threatening to sail away in the wind. But the ant, in the stamen looked up and said something really harsh. "Is it true that

success is within when one conquers the reactive mind?" The butterfly looked down on the ant. "What are you saying? That we're all just responding to external stimuli without any

will of our own?" The ant replied, "Do you think I want to carry heavy junk? We are but dust and shadow, of movers primordial, and - ow, my thorax." The butterfly read aloud from

Above, a poem by Goethe about ants. The butterfly flew off, to avoid the next shot of Roundup. The ant went back underground. Roundup is toxic stuff, indeed.

Hardly on par with Faust but the poem's message found its target. Goethe had foreseen the scourge that Roundup would be & had used the butterfly & ant as metaphors to convey his wa

-wa pedal to the concert. Metallica performed their traditional cover of the Reading Rainbow theme song, and we were just left to stare at them quietly so we could hear the music.

We were so quiet that a big-haired librarian gave us each a gold star and a pop-up book for being so good. She didn't realize that we were just saving our voices for our next show.

The censors immediately jumped on the previous folder's unfortunate misspelling and released a redacted version of the fold the next day. "Contaminators" became the new joke of the

week, and a parade was organized but cancelled at the last minute, owing to a sudden outbreak of good judgment. From that day forward, the sun seemed to shine a little less.