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If it were possible, the butterfly would have made its nest long ago; a collection of green spheres the size of pin heads under the stinging leaves of a nettle.  However, what with the unprecedented weather - which had laid waste to many a mouse's best laid plan - this had proved impossible.  And if the mouse's plans had been scrapped, what then of those most carefully constructed of the human, that creature so feared, so set in its ways, that change was not taken to at all well? The girl, on the very precipice of womanhood, sighed on the cliff top, the purple heather and yellow gorse clashing horribly around her as lightening flashed above l