Butterflies By: Roger Dean Kiser
Butterflies By: Roger Dean Kiser
Butterflies By: Roger Dean Kiser
There was a time in my life when beauty meant something special to me. I guess
that would have been when I was about six or seven years old, just several weeks
or maybe a month before the orphanage turned me into an old man.
I would get up every morning at the orphanage, make my bed just like the little
soldier that I had become and then I would get into one of the two straight lines
and march to breakfast with the other twenty or thirty boys who also lived in my
dormitory.
After breakfast one Saturday morning I returned to the dormitory and saw the
house parent chasing the beautiful monarch butterflies who lived by the hundreds
in the azalea bushes strewn around the orphanage.
I carefully watched as he caught these beautiful creatures, one after the other,
and then took them from the net and then stuck straight pins through their head
and wings, pinning them onto a heavy cardboard sheet.
How cruel it was to kill something of such beauty. I had walked many times out
into the bushes, all by myself, just so the butterflies could land on my head, face
and hands so I could look at them up close.
When the telephone rang the house parent laid the large cardboard paper
down on the back cement step and went inside to answer the phone. I walked up
to the cardboard and looked at the one butterfly who he had just pinned to the
large paper. It was still moving about so I reached down and touched it on the
wing causing one of the pins to fall out. It started flying around and around trying
to get away, but it was still pinned by the one wing with the other straight pin.
Finally, its wing broke off and the butterfly fell to the ground and just quivered.
I picked up the torn wing and the butterfly and I spat on its wing and tried to
get it to stick back on so it could fly away and be free before the house parent
came back. But it would not stay on him.
The next thing I knew the house parent came walking back out of the back door
by the garbage room and started yelling at me. I told him that I did not do
anything, but he did not believe me. He picked up the cardboard paper and
started hitting me on the top of the head. There were all kinds of butterfly pieces
going everywhere. He threw the cardboard down on the ground and told me to
pick it up and put it in the garbage can inside the back room of the dormitory and
then he left.
I sat there in the dirt, by that big old tree, for the longest time trying to fit all
the butterfly pieces back together so I could bury them whole, but it was too hard
to do. So, I prayed for them and then I put them in an old torn up shoe box and I
buried them in the bottom of the fort that I had built in the ground, out by the
large bamboos, near the blackberry bushes.
Every year when the butterflies would return to the orphanage and try to land
on me, I would try and shoo them away because they did not know that the
orphanage was a bad place to live and a very bad place to die.
Characters
Narrator/boy/main character/protagonist
House parent/main character/antagonist
Butterflies/one that gets caught
Themes
The author wants to tell us the cruelty and militaristic life in orphanages, as well as the
happiness and sadness in his growth.
Through his short story “Butterflies”, the author portrays how a child innocence can be
maintained in a cruel world.
Subtopic
1. Orphanage—cruel
2. Butterflies
3. Burial
Can child innocence be kept all the way? In the story “Butterflies,” Roger Dean Kiser
discusses the innocence of a boy living in an orphanage. The boy was punished for
saving the butterflies so as not to become the sample. However, although he loves the
beautiful butterflies, he has to shoo them away every year to protect them from
catching. Kiser maintains how a child's innocence can be maintained in a cruel world.
He shows this through the life of an orphanage, release of butterflies, and the burial of
butterflies.