Married to the vegetative prince

lightly against her legs. Her laughter bubbled up, bright and full of joy, resonating through the fields. Ahead of her, a butterfl

etching her small hands toward the enchanting c

t, melodic sound that seemed almost within reach. Jane felt a surge

toes glimmered like rubies under the sun. The butterfly's glow danced a

rt, come back f

ught between the exhilarating chase and the tempting promise of fried eggs an

sight. As she sprinted toward the farmhouse, she thought she heard the butterfly

her with a hearty laugh. "Look at you, my little

gotten tangled in her hair. Her mother clicked her tongue, fe

om her daughter's messy hair. "What are we going to do w

again. "Don't change a thing, pumpkin. That wild hair

till be waiting for her after breakfast, eager for another chase through the tomato fields? The memory of t

kfast?" Jane asked, practically bounci

n eyebrow. "Another

erfly! It was so prett

ture. But Jane was sure of what she had seen. As she followed them into the farmhouse, the scents of fresh b

swirling up from bowls of hearty oatmeal. Jane's legs swung ba

y?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement,

. "Let me guess... are you planning to d

. "No, silly! I'm going to bui

her chin with a napkin. "A house for the butterfly?

ined, her hands moving animatedly as she illustrated her ideas. "Mayb

ving glances, their eyes

ling her hair again. "But first, how about you help your old ma

ally help? I promise to be su

ourse, sweetie. Just keep an eye

rfly would want to live in her garden. Maybe it had a family too, jus

f ripe tomatoes onto the old wooden trailer. The air was rich with the e

ng a wrench almost as long as her

om his brow. "That's perfect, pumpkin.

wrench, fascinated by how her father tightened

sked, turning to her mother, who w

vered hands on her apron. "Could you pass me those smaller

pt in. "Will the tomatoes be okay on the b

so sweet of you. Don't worry; we'll make sure they'

ace and whispering calming thoughts to the tomatoe

settling into a rhythmic hum. Jane climbed into the middle seat, sn

pumpkin?" her father asked, sm

with excitement. "Yes, Papa! But wi

t worry, sweetie. That old tomcat is probably curled

the window, watching the scenery blur past. The trailer creaked a

joked, shaking his head. "Sounds lik

matoes putting on a musical show. "

with it the sweet, earthy scent of ripe tomatoes. Jane inhaled de

hing like the smell of fresh tomatoes, is ther

response. "Mama, you'd sm

s of the journey. Jane felt a wave of happiness wash over

ly. Jane's stomach dropped as the v

er shouted, grippin

chaotic blur. Jane clutched her

yelled, but her voice was lo

, her parents' frantic voices echoing around her. The sickenin

ust for a moment, ev

shattered window, Jane saw angry flames reaching toward the

himpered, her voice

mes consuming their precious cargo, their dreams,