I was given a toy butterfly: as fleshy and malevolent a butterfly as I have ever seen. In a cloud of shedding, powdery scales he stands astride a Twisted Hazel (Corylus avellana) stem regarded a doll and her apple. The buds leach viscous red ooze which the hazel stem sucks in and, in turn, feeds the butterfly with his thick, red tongue. The fallen red shadow flows into and from the apple and the little doll’s shoes.