Submitted by “bg”

There was a boy who loved butter. He ate butter sandwiches, butter cookies, and butterfingers. For his birthday he ate cake with buttercream frosting that he washed down with a tall glass buttermilk. One day he was chasing a butterfly in the yard when his father started frying a butterball turkey in a big vat of butter. It filled the air with a butter smell so thick and buttery that it was too much of a good thing. The boy felt really sick and never at butter again.