But over time, the butterfly's eyes get bigger and more complex, it grows antenna, its body shape changes, and of course, those proto wings-grow into their full, flappy splendor.
They should be doing what any kid does there, trying to get on the Jumbotron by waving their arms around like an inflatable flappy guy at a car dealership.
I don't want to go down in history as the turkey farmer who had a turkey fly in the president's face, or get away, or act in an uncontrollable manner. So I just don't want to have a flappy turkey up there.