Lost Creek Hollow rockabye

It was a daring adventure his new little friend was leading him on. The bright butter yellow of the butterfly was what had dazzled him in the first place, and the tawny boy had lumbered toward it with great interest, his little nose trying to touch it in friendship. Yet it zipped away – drifting along the sprouting flowers, and Pippin had followed dutifully, his imagination soaring as he fully expected his new friend was leading him around.
 
“Kay..” He called out softly, ambling after the butterfly as it spun away from him as quickly as possible – of course, it was only impatient. He was trying to keep up as it showed him around – of course he was. Yet the yellow-winged creature continued twirling through the air, zipping away as his chubby puppy legs tried to pump faster to keep up. “OKAY I SAY,” he bellowed after it, and with one great leap, he opened his mouth to shout once more at his friend – and then felt a soft flutter in his throat as he accidentally swallowed it.
 
Stopping instantly, Pippin’s eyes pinched shut, his stomach rolling at the strange feeling.. and trying to undo what had been done, the boy arched his neck and began to cough wildly, trying to dislodge the creature from his throat.