{The unicorn} sighed and plodded on, both amused and disappointed. It serves you right, she told herself. You know better than to expect a butterfly to know your name. All they know are songs and poetry, and anything else they hear. They mean well, but they can't keep things straight. And why should they, they die so soon.
The unicorn reflects on her experience, feeling a mix of amusement and disappointment. She acknowledges her own mistake in expecting a butterfly to remember her name, understanding that butterflies are focused on beauty and creativity rather than personal connections. They are ephemeral creatures with a short life span, which explains their inability to grasp deeper relationships.
In her contemplation, the unicorn recognizes the limitations of the butterfly’s nature. Despite their good intentions, the butterflies are not capable of the depth that she desires. This realization brings a sense of resignation, as she comes to terms with the fleeting nature of life and the connections that can be formed within it.
