The Social Butterflies are a quasi chaotic quasi efficacious committee comprising seven snooty patootie generally well groomed dolls and their fourteen equally snobbish and primped poodles. Each doll parades around with a pair of pooches mostly chosen from a vintage collection of poodles hand made with air dried plasticine and faux fur aka "claynines". The ring leader of the group of dolls is Madame Betsy Butterfly with her pair of claynines Fifi Filigree and Trixie Tracery, then there are the the six other dames: Lady Lydia Lepidoptera with the adorable Suzy Geranium and Hilary Hydrangea; Lady Priscilla Caterpillar with the sweet Amelia Camelia and Azalea Dahlia; Lady Felicity Flutterby with the uppity and highly strung Phillipa Foxglove and Fiona Foxtrot; Lady Agatha Cockscomb-Coccoon with the mischievous Curlicue Sue and Convolution Lu; Lady Barbara Candelabra-Chrysalis with the pompous Percy and Pinot Noir and lastly Lady Prunella Papilon-Pupa with the rambunctious Fraise and Framboise. The Social Butterflies spend lots of time fussing around with socials and socialising and are mostly seen overloaded with bouquets of flowers, pot plants, packages, parcels and gifts cascading with ribbons, cards, rosettes, pot pourris, pompoms and floral doof-dangles.
The Social Butterflies head the Lepidopterous League and attend to any matters pertaining to butterflies and moths. The highlight of their social calendar is to arrange the grand sad annual occasion of The Butterfly Ball Your Eyes Out. This is an opportune event where the propinquity of any butterfly or moth nearing death is invited to have one last celebration before bequeathing their wings and antennae to the court to be recycled into thick velvety furnishing cloth and wicker work. The dolls attending the ball will dress up in magnificent winged outfits emulating butterflies out of a sense of occasion. Some of the more frail insects, truly on their last legs, may be worn as fascinators or back packs by the dolls and therefore engender the geisha look of fashion to the evening. Poetry readings dedicated to the butterflies and moths written soulfully by the poets Trystine Amouraffaire and Flaubert Flourishfont and panegyric prose by the writers Syllabine Semanticular and Wordbert Sesquipedalian are movingly delivered. The spectacle du soirée is routinely an epic and OTT operatic rendition of "Madame Butterfly" featuring the Social Butterflies with Madame Betsy in the lead role as per usual. The dolls spend months and months planning each year’s performance. Some of them aren’t as good singers as they imagine themselves to be and that is when Florentine Ariaecho and Yodelbert Alpinecho have to tactfully override and out vocalize the off key offenders.
Another duty of the Social Butterflies, in their capacity as the Lepidoterous League, is to sit and comfort the butterflies and moths as they expire, their little lives sung out by the hauntingly beautiful requiems of Florencine Nightingale and her magnificent black lace tail. Florencine, a real nightingale bird, had had her tail tragically lopped off by a wild woodcutter’s axe when she was preening herself on a tree stump one fateful day and it never grew back, so Queen Marcheline had had a prosthetic one made for her by modifying an antique black lace Spanish fan into a tail. It is as long on her as a Princess’ wedding train and sweeps behind her like a lavish undulating peacock tail. She also permanently wears a black lace veil over her head out of respect for the dying. For the most part the The Butterfly Ball Your Eyes Out Ball is a solemn and ceremonial affair, but you must know that when the ladies and their snooty poods are assembled it can be a ripe royal recipe for disaster. Especially since those claynines suffer attention deficit traits and aren't good at sitting still. So when all the Social Butterflies are all together it can be altogether chaotic. The shenanigans may become so farcical and funny that some of the butterflies and moths have been known to end up laughing to death.
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AND HE SAID:
"Truly I tell you,
You're NEVER too old to be young at heart
P l a g i a r i s m is
a plague D O N ' T
S P R E A D I T ! ! !
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