The young, slightly insane male tumbled happily along the grassy rim of the crater, yipping and bucking. He was chasing the butterflies, and it was so much fun! They sparkled and fluttered and then disappeared just as he was about to catch them. But they soon reappeared, flapping their tiny sparkling wings and causing little currents of air to ruffle his silky fur. He laughed and sneezed, and flopped on to his side, panting. His golden ears pricked as he heard the rush of running water. He liked water. It was cool and refreshing and it chased away the fire that flickered in his throat. Yummy. Water. Let's go find the water!

It was a game of hide-and-seek. He stalked up to a tree and pounced to the other side, but all he caught was a small field mouse that exploded into beautiful droplets of liquid ruby on his tongue as he gulped it down. His tail wagged ferociously and he snapped playfully at the droplets as they transformed into more butterflies that settled on his coat, slowly opening and closing their tiny red wings. He let them be as he trotted off to find the water.

Ah! There it is! He'd found it! It swept along in a current of silver and white, clear enough for Cupid to see the pebbles beneath the surface. He waded in and settled down. The red butterflies on his pelt dissolved into a yellowish stream of liquid as the water washed over him. The liquid was carried downstream swiftly, mixing and blending with the stream as it rushed away. It was so pretty. Everything was so pretty.