These overwhelmingly evil child-soul destroying people were the publishers of a book entitled where do butterflies go when it rains?. That link documents the real-life horrors that I became subjected to following my reading of said book.
I may just have been born under an unlucky goat...but every title that I ever selected from these instillers of fear in the impressionable minds of babes, turned out to be a travesty of everything that kid's books should stand for. The teacher would come around, I'd tick off the seemingly interesting book of my choice, and then come delivery time, I would be payed in full for some hideous crime I'd obviously committed in my previous Karmic cycle (I think it was a Kawasaki).
For the record: It has taken me more than two decades to work up the courage to answer the question that had so piqued my interest as a child:
Butterflies hide when it rains. They usually go to the same places they do for the night. Some butterflies hide under large leaves, some crawl down into dense leaves or under rocks, and some just sit head down on grass stems or bushes with wings held tightly. If the rains are exceptionally hard or of long duration many of the butterflies become tattered or die.
I think that last sentence explains why the book was so reticent in coming forth with anything resembling an actual answer.
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