My Butterfly

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So when we got to Algonquin, we rode into the park, and stopped along the way at the art gallery. This gallery was not a very good gallery, as galleries go, but that wasn't the important thing. The important thing was, that when we stepped out of the gallery, and got to the bottom of the stairs, so as to go back to our travelling carriage, a creature like the following came and sat on my hand, and would not go away until I'd thrown it in the air, and afterwards, it continued to cycle round me:
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I was truly welcomed by the park!!

Got a pretty pretty garden; pretty garden, yes.