After catching the crocodile, Papillon, and Louis brought it to one of the guards.
Guard 27: *Grabs a knife, and cuts a hole in the crocodile's stomach*
Papillon: *Watching the guard*
Guard 27: You're volgende job is to go catch butterflies. What the buck are u waiting for?
Papillon: *Leaves guard*
Louis: *Follows Papillon*
Catching butterflies was not as easy as it sounded. They were going really fast, and the prisoners were tired.
Prisoner 52: *Swings his net, but misses a butterfly*
Guard 93: You're supposed to catch them u idiot.
Prisoner 52: *Runs after butterfly*
Louis: *sees vlinder on a bush, and grabs it with his hooves*
Papillon: *Arrives* How did u do that?
Louis: I just did it. I don't know how.
Papillon: What do they even do with these things?
Louis: I think they get sent to Equestria to be used for making clothing.
Papillon: How is that possible?
Louis: They use the material from the wings. *Gives vlinder to Papillon*
Guard 83: *Checking vlinder sent to him from a prisoner*
Papillon: *Walks to guard with butterfly* Where do u send these butterflies?
Guard 83: Into the United States.
Papillon: *Stands on his back legs, and shows his vlinder tattoo on his chest* How much would it cost to send this one out of here?
Guard 83: How much have u got?
Papillon: I have $1,000.
Guard 83: Guard!!
Papillon: Okay $2,000.
Guard 83: Let me think about it.
Guard 86: *Arrives* What's the problem?
Guard 83: *Shows vlinder from Papillon* Look at this amazing specimen that was gegeven to me door this stallion. Why doesn't he have a net? Go get one for him.
Guard 86: *Walks away*
Papillon: So you'll help me?
Guard 83: Down the river, towards a small island with a lot of trees. u can't miss it. It's very easy to find. Be there in a week.
Papillon: Alright, I will.
Later that night, Papillon, and Louis were sent to a camp where working prisoners would sleep. Barely any guards were around, and they met another prisoner named Andrew. The two of them got soep for dinner, and saw Andrew finishing his.
Andrew: Hey, how are you?
Papillon: Not bad.
Louis: I've been better.
Papillon: *Sees a pony laying on the ground near another bowl of soup* Is he going to finish that?
Andrew: Not with the way he's feeling if u know what I mean.
Louis: I guess it's for us then. *Takes extra soep bowl*
Andrew: Three way split.
Louis: *Pours extra soep into Papillon's bowl, then his own, and then pours the rest into Andrew's bowl*
Andrew: So how do u like it here so far?
Papillon: I don't know. So far it's our first dag here.
Louis: I just think it's torture.
Andrew: Yeah, I've only been here for a week. *Takes pills out of pocket from his prison uniform*
Papillon, and Louis: *Stare at Andrew*
Andrew: What? These aren't the kind of pills that kill you. It's prescribed to me. *Takes pills, and swallows them* I need to have them with my dinner, of else I get a big pain in my chest.
Papillon: We get it.
Louis: May we change the subject?
Andrew: Eh, sure. How long are u gonna be out here?
Papillon: I'm not sure. We might be heading back to the prison camp soon, but we could come back here tomorrow.
Andrew: The idiot guards have been keeping me out in this jungle for three days now. I'd rather stay inside the prison.
Papillon: I gotta agree with you. u have no idea what we've gone through.
2 B Continued