butterflies in his stomach

It took us a while to find out where the sound had come from, but when we got there we saw all three cases tumbled to the floor, glass everywhere. And what Charles so aptly calls That Damned Idiot Mastiff Hound was just sitting there, unharmed, licking his lips, crumbs of rare butterfly wing clinging to the edge of his mouth. So that is where grandfather's legacy went.