The newspaper fluttered into the trash can at the end of the counter, settling like dead butterflies.

And I felt for them, poor dead butterflies, my fellow-victims.

Some scientists there reported being literally up to their necks in piles of dead butterflies.

Some people also keep collections of dead butterflies that they have caught.

Not already dead butterflies but live ones, plucked from flower petals by her own hands.

In evolutionary terms, it is no consolation to the dead butterflies that some others are benefiting from their death.

There is something very strange about a universe where a few dead butterflies can balance a billion-ton tower.

'All those dead butterflies,' I said sorrowfully, shaking my head at her.

It'll be like taking the wings off a dead butterfly.

But how come there were butterflies dead in an alley in the Bustee?