It was still morning and the sun was hanging low in the sky of Country S. It casted a warm glow over the farmhouse as Grace stood by the counter, listening intently to Manager Atlas.
The two of them began to discuss the butterfly breeds since they were now done with silkworms. She looked at all the detailed information about the breeds that were available there and listened intently as Manager Atlas began telling about each breed in brief.
"Monarch butterflies...," he began, gesturing to a frame of the image of a butterfly hanging on a wall next to a field of flowers. The wall was lined with similar other frames with images of butterflies and information about that particular breed. And in the field of flowers, those same breeds of butterflies were flying all over.
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