That's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh

A wise person once said that "the more you stir it, the more it stinks."
This blog does not approve of offensive smells.

Yesterday the Mistress Master told me I should let Democracy run free in my blog for a while. Since I am not allowed to question Mistress Master's orders, I immediately complied.
Apparently today the Mistress Master got fed up with all the "wings" floating free around here and ordered me to reinstall Bracutacracia on this blog. Once again, I am not allowed to question her orders and I must obey, because her wish is my command.
Henceforth, from this point onwards and until further notice, Bracutacracia once again rules this blog.

She also said I should start writing about butterflies. Now, seeing as apparently today I turned stupid and lost my brains somewhere, I couldn't decide whether she meant the real thing as in butterflies:

Or if she meant something like a fly hovering over some butter.

so I decided to write about both:

There once was a fly who wanted some butter
She flew and flew in search of her butter
When she finally found it
A butterfly was siting on top of it
"Oh Ms. Butterfly, can I please have some butter?"
"No!" the butterfly answered, "this butter is all mine!"
So the fly went home all heartbroken
But then she went online and found out
Bracuta had posted about her perils
And she was all happy again!

See? I can be silly sometimes as well!
(sometimes I even crack myself up)