Boating and Butterfly Dance

The plateau sky had just cleared after rain, and the fields of the valley were fragrant with grain. September was the omen of harvest. Farmers bustled through the fields, their faces bright with expectant joy. The Valley of Mexica had a warm climate and fertile soil, and Lake Texcoco's canals were complete, long since tamed. The farmland by the lake yielded steadily, with no need to worry over drought or flood, nor fear salt and alkali.

"Along the shores of the great lake, the fields are lush and green, the villages thick and thriving. What a joy to see!"

Xolotl drifted across the lake in a boat, looking at the boundless farmland along the shore and the countless busy farmers, and could not help but praise aloud. The pumpkins in the fields had already been harvested, the beans were being cut, and the corn had just ripened. By the look of it, another abundant year was coming!

Alisa smiled sweetly and nestled softly in Xolotl's arms. She gazed at the vast flocks of birds by the lake, drawn by the fragrance of grain in the fields, circling back and forth in the sky, shifting their flying forms, unwilling to leave for a long time. Her heart roamed with the birds, dancing in the free sky, then fell back into her lover's embrace.

"Xolotl, the little birds are drawn by the scent of corn and fly here from the faraway sky... mm. If I turned into a stalk of corn, would you turn into a little bird and fly around me?"

Alisa blinked and looked at the young man's calm, resolute face.

Xolotl was taken aback. Looking at the soft, beautiful woman in his arms, he nodded and answered.

"Alisa, if you turned into a stalk of corn, then I'd turn