It could certainly be better. The focus flickers like a bad chess strategy. No practical purpose is in it. Two boys, out for sport, shoot the yellows with a twenty-two rifle. They brace themselves in trees, so they don't risk shooting other things, things behind the butterflies.
Score is kept.
A mouse or two may be hidden in the grass where the bullets go after passing through or missing butterflies. The boys' fathers shoot whites with shotguns, down a whole flock with a shell, comment afterward on the nice spread in the pattern of their expensive guns. This is not to be outdone by their boys. Perhaps I could be persuaded to chase butterflies, if I could also be persuaded I'd catch none. It is fun to run after butterflies, to follow their intricate gyrations.