The year is 3875 AD.
The future is a glorious place filled with marvels.
There are no animals.
A girl named Honey is about to see something truly extraordinary.
Just another story about a girl and her dog.
'There you are! I got back to the piano and you were gone! I was worried you were attacked by the killer butterfly infestation," Father said, barely noticing Pepper was in the room. Instead Father vaguely wandered over to the creatrix and punched a series of buttons, causing a fresh can of celery soda to appear.
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The killer butterflies were an unfortunate side effect of the jewel caterpillar fashion craze from over two centuries ago. It The only issue of course was the same genes that created vibrant slugs caused toxic aggressive butterflies.
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At least once a month father had to go on a massive extermination spree in order to prevent tourists from exploding. Father took a long dramatic sip and then paused, finally taking in Honey. 'You're wearing gold and navy blue," Father said. 'Yes," Honey admitted. 'Does your mother know?" Father lightly scolded her. 'I thought we agreed that you wouldn't start wearing two colours until your eighteenth birthday." 'Eighteenth birthday? Two colours?" Pepper whispered to Honey. 'It's when I get my colours redone, the high priestess will see how my spirit and mind have changed, and then balance me out." Honey explained with a sigh. Although any colour besides grey was a huge improvement Honey was worried she'd be assigned olive green or god forbid beige. 'Hmph religion! Thank the universe I'm an athiest," Pepper remarked and Father suddenly made a sputtering sound. 'Master Mill! You're in my kitchen," Father stammered as if finally noticing Pepper was in the room. Honey realised he was still clasping her hands. Pepper let go and turned to father with a bold swish of his arms. 'Yes, Mr. Bun, I believe you said something about Killer butterflies?" Pepper asked raising one of his eyebrows somberly, 'I tried to spray them, but that crazy Mrs. Horseradish enacted squatters rights. So I'm going to have to write to the local environmental minister." Father giggled nervously. 'Dad, you shouldn't call Mrs. Horseradish crazy!" Honey sighed, 'She's just passionate about insect rights." 'Who on earth is Mrs Horseradish?" Pepper whispered to Honey.
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