The butterflies gathered in the enchanted forest for their Daily Conference on Immortality. They would also discuss the installation of a lunar-powered generation, to ensure parties could go on unaffected throughout the night (notwithstanding their general ignorance on the subject of parties).

It was all dj Moth’s idea, and he never tired of recalling it. Dj Moth considered himself very cutting edge; he liked to dye his wings purple; sometimes he slept hanging upside down like a miniature bat. Strictly speaking, dj Moth wasn’t even a moth, yet he thought he could easily pass for one, dark and mysteriously cool as he was.

The trees were not invited to the conference, but eavesdropped anyway. Afterwards, they felt most inclined to gossip- and struggled to resist the temptation. Trees do not approve of meaningless conversations, or other similar group activities. They were irritated by the butterflies’ constant buzzing; they were outraged by their typically grandiose and improbably far-fetched plans; still, they preferred to keep their contempt to themselves.

The trees were also puzzled by this whole immortality issue. None of them had a clue what it was all about, though, naturally, this could never be mentioned without sparking considerable controversy. Trees, after all, are supposed to know everything.