sally sees that the cotton is orange… and is horrified because it’s her least favorite kind of cotton. she tries to get through, but she can’t… and loses. she doesn’t care she’s lost her reputation. she doesn’t care that she’s lost this competition. she doesn’t even care about her tummyache. she cares that she’s now lost pierre. the love of her tiny little moth life. and so sally begins to cry. she weeps and sobs and sheds so many tears for the life she and pierre could have built. and yaya? sweet, forgiving yaya… have you ever seen a moth bawl? -eli