The Butterfly and the Rain

I don't know if this story has a moral to it but here goes. I had to take Lincoln out to do his "business". It was drizzling and late at night. Armed with my flashlight I escorted him to the backyard and along the path I spotted a beautiful butterfly. Lincoln continues on towards his pooping spot at the far end of the yard while I look at this poor half drowned butterfly. I decided to save it. I carefully let it crawl into my cupped palms and I shelter it from any more rain. There is a cedar tree by the house and I went over to it, looked to find a suitable dry spot to set down this delicate butterfly. Satisfied that it had shelter from the rain and that it would survive I look at my handiwork and am well pleased. Just then Lincoln walks by me and heads towards the house. We get in the house and I smell a foul garbage fart odor. Dreading the thought of bring him back out to have a poop I figure I'll wait it out, maybe it was nothing. Lincoln walks into the carpeted living room when I mention the fart smell. At this point it would have been a lovely way to end the story but when I was going to the basement I noticed a poop footprint. Grisly details of cleaning it and him up and my wonderful butterfly story ends up with a poop ending.