“You’ve got to help me!” whimpered Red.
“What’s wrong?” gasped Serpent.
“I think I’m a moth!” squeaked Red.
“Why would you run into a theatre to tell us that?” asked Sprite. “You should have gone to a doctor.”
“I know,” cried Red. “I just saw a light on…”
The fear of butterflies and moths is called lepidopterophobia. I wonder what the general squawking and flapping of arms is called when a big moth enters the room and blats about. Moth-dance?
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