My wife wore a lovely pair of black and white earrings Sunday. I told her they reminded me of caterpillars, but she chuckled and said there were no such things as black and white caterpillars. OK, then what about black and white butterflies? She shook her head no, but can she be so sure? At least a black and white moth? No, I'm sticking to butterflies and i told the pastor's wife not to be surprised if those earrings didn't metamorphose during the service and flutter forth with the ushers during the offertory. Come to think of it though, that would be skipping a step. They first have to liquify within their coccoons, the strangest, scariest most unsung phase of all metamorphoses. It couldn't have been more complete a morning if the pastor had been preaching on Jesus's Transfiguration.
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