The lanky Orson Binks didn't realize that the burn came not from the sun above him, hitting him as he lay on the clover-covered mound, but from the crawling red ants. He was bound by this curse. The curse of his inability to move while in the state he was in. Cursed to feel the cooking sensation on his skin as the fire ants bit him. There was a moment when it stopped briefly and he felt like it was totally worth it; even after the ants began to enter his nostrils and ears, and began to inject poison into him, which would allow him to see a miraculous birth. He floated from the mound onto a blanket of four-leaf clovers. The sky was his mirror into the future, and this miraculous birth would be one of the greatest ever known: two unicorns in two different parts of the world, in two different periods of time. There were a number of problems associated with such a gift: fire ant stings being one of the least pleasant things, Orson Binks not being old enough to drive, still living with his overprotective mother was another problem. O'Binks, as mother Rita called her youngest of four children, was on the verge of turning fourteen and no one ever believed his stories, which became grander and grander as each one progressed, even more than the stories of his brothers larger. His older brothers called him by another name that they had kept hidden from their mother: the name O'Jerk. Without much choice, Orson remained silent or suffered the wrath of the Brothers Grimm, as he called them that, after the famous fairy tale tellers. Orson supposed that if those two were not believed, their stories would span a vast period of time, then his own brothers would face an equally great challenge, thus reminding him of the Brothers Grimm. No one would believe the little brother… middle of paper… yellow and gold butterflies came in droves. They all danced until they stood where Orson stood and sipped the nectar of the dead fire ants. It was strange; ants were not part of their diet. “Unicorn, Unicorn,” Terry replied to his mother. "Anything else?" Rita insisted, wiping her hands on her jeans. “Yes,” Terry paused before Kirk grabbed a handful of butterflies. “We're not supposed to know,” Kirk added. He didn't like the attention his little brother always got and it showed. The butterflies in his hand flew into the bright blue sky. The last traces of the sun hit the tree where the golden butterflies landed. The tree was just outside Orson's bedroom window. He slept alone. His brothers were unable to rest at night due to constantly viewing images projected on the ceiling while Orson slept. “How long do we have before we forget this?” Terry asked his mother.