Catocala and Luna met secretly by evening at McDonald’s.
“Come away with me, my love.” said Catocala.
“You know I cannot.”
“Let us fly into the night and find love.”
“Would that I could,” answered Luna. “My family would never permit it. You they would kill. We are different species. Our love is forbidden.”
“Our love is bigger than the boundaries of entomologists. Let us fly away.”
“Oh, Catocala, you must accept– we have no future.”
“Then let us fly madly with the cloud of June bugs around yon streetlight, and then batter ourselves to death on the golden arches.”