Rayetta's Butterflies - Stale Beer

Hmmm. I need some stale beer and brown sugar. Those items should be easy enough to come by in these parts. Then I need to need to figure out how to apply my butterfly food/attractant to easily photogenic vegetation surfaces. First though, I need my ingredieints. There's plenty of brown sugar. What about stale beer? Hmmm.

What are the boys doing out in the pecan orchard? Ha! They're guzzling up Dolmen. We'll see about that.

The Lovely Druidess sashays out to the pecan orchard toting along an empty pail.

Hello, Lovely Druidess Rayetta. Join us. Have a delicious Dolmen Stout and relax for the nonce.

Hello boys. No thanks, I'm much too busy. However, everyone of you needs to pour whatever Dolmen is remaining in your glasses into my pail.

But Ray objects and the rest of the boys wait to see what will happen to Ray.

I been werkin' in the sun all day and narrowly avoided a chafing event Rayetta. I need all this Dolmen.

No you don't Ray. Pour it in my pail right now. All of it.

But Rayetta.

Shut up Ray and gimme that beer. And the rest of you do likewise. I'm watching you, Crumby. Don't try to gulp that up.

So the boys, even Ray, Crumby, Lleu Llaw, Raymone and Lomo are forced by circumstance to pour all their remaining Dolmen Stout into Rayetta's pail.

Good. That's a tidy sum of Dolmen. My butterflies, in the absence of nectar, shall appreciate some nice stale beer and sugar. Thanks boys. Bye.

Bye, Lovely Druidess Rayetta.

Oh, by the bye, Crumby, by Friday this mixture shall be propitious for its task and I shall expect to see you in my office at 8 AM Friday morning, sharp.

But er, er, er, er!

Be there, Crumby.

All righty then.