A butterfly flew beside a high ocean cliff and fluttered its wings wildly as it darted among the flowers. As he flapped his wings, he stirred up little breezes that floated into the air and stirred up breezes of their own.

And on a windy night, the breezes became a huge storm, which pummeled and rocked a small ship sailing across the ocean to a secret destination.

Where, in the darkness, Mr.Griffin waits. Above him the trees sway dangerously and violently. A sudden gust of wind blows his hat off his head, and cursing, he rushes out onto the beach after it...just as the tree he was standing under comes crashing down onto the sandy ground.

As the small ship pulls into the lagoon later than expected, Mrs. Griffin looks for her husband from the deck. She gives a start when she sees him sitting on the beach, staring at a fallen tree. When the vessel lands by the beach, Mrs. Griffin quickly leaves the boat and runs to her husband.

When Mrs. Griffin reaches her husband he looks up at her with tears in his eyes, and stands up, shaking head to toe. "That tree almost hit me," he says to his wife, fear in his voice. He looks at his lovely wife, and shaking his head, holds her tightly, and screams "I can't do it." Mrs. Griffin is now completely confused. "Can't do what?" As the words leave her mouth, she sees her husband look over her shoulder, and scream "No Stop! Please!" Before she can turn her head, she hears the gunshots and suddenly feels herself falling into the surf. Her husband tries to grab her. She can hear him, screaming, crying. At someone else? At her? As she dies, the last thing she thinks is "What the hell just happened?"