Unfortunately we have no specimens left to view, so I can guiude you to no display case. However, after years of archaeological research and careful study by the world's foremost, I can provide you with a detailed description of the species once known as "the blue furred moth."
If you'll excuse me while I scan my files for a moment, seeing as you have nothing to look at, I'd like to provide you with the best description I have possible. Let me see, blue furred llhama, blue furred lynx, blue furred mombat, ah yes, the blue furred moth. Hmmmm.
The Blue furred moth was roughly the size of an average moth. What made the blue-furred moth distinct from its brethren was its thick coat of blue fur.
Well then. Let me see if I have anything else here to help you picture this, perhaps the most unique of all of the coloured fur moths. Hmmmm. Ummmm. No. Just picture a moth covered in blue fur..
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But! What was it that made this furry species find its eternal demise and its brief, yet "to the point" annal in this long catalogue of extinct blue-furred has-beens?
One might guess, and you ma'am, with your hand up in excitement are probably thinking what the rest of the crowd is...pardon? Oh, well, you know we've just begun the tour, well certainly the Museum of Flavoured Toothpaste does have its merit, yes, ma'am, no problem, you'll find it on 7th Ave just across from "I used to work there Boulevard and they don't pay overtime." Enjoy that. You can have a refund as soon as you can find something that rhymes with it. Ciao.
The Blue-Furred Moth. Yes. One may have guessed that a moth, covered in blue fur would be a slow flyer and be easy prey for moth eaters. And it was easy prey. But! The rest room? For your children? Honestly, this exhibit's almost over and I'm already fifteen minutes into my lunch. To the left, sir, just go through the door marked "Exit". Thank you.
Right. The Blue-furred moth would have been easy prey but its defense was its blue fur. It, to most possible predators was a disgusting meal, a dry cottonball exterior full of moth guts. Remember, that moths, like most animals are full of feces. Yes, sir, I understand that may not be the most palatable of concepts, but this is a science exhibit. You'd like to post a complaint to head office? To the left, sir, just go throught the door marked "Exit". You can complain to the kid who's likely soiled his pants. Thank you.
You folks must be hungry! You look like you're famished! Perhaps, we'll head down to the cafeteria and grab some cheese sticks or mozza fries? Oh, right then, no, no problem, you're all right, we're almost done here, and you came here, ultimately to find out what happenned to the Blue Furred Moth. Let me see, well, yes, it managed to survive flitting around slowly in its ugly exterior, being ostracized my predators.
However, it was only when men started to walk the earth that this bumbling stain on evolution caught itself in a steep decline. No, ma'am, it wasn't that caveman, who could barely figure out how to use a stick had invented a flytureswatter, but I laud you for the most intelligent observation I've seen in the last three minutes.
Speaking of hungry, that was the thing. Perhaps it was a cruel trick of nature, or maybe I was just giddy, but the whole idea just seemed like a good one. Suddenly, moths covered in blue fur, who flew slower than an ape filled with helium, well, suddenly, "pop!" they just started to love the taste of fire!
And that is how the moth you see today is always attracted to your porch light. OK, we're off to the cafeteria. Just take the door on the left, just under the sign marked "Exit". Thank you.
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