HOT SUMMER DAY

and we go down to the river, Mischa and I. On blippedition along the shore and we discover a field of yellow flowers with masses of butterflies flying and restingl at the hearts. An eldorado and a joy to be in the middle of a wild flower jungle.
We gathered also the blackberries for desert and came home for lunch, a bit exhausted, exitement, reaching high for the berries, and walking in the hot sun.

The haiku:

Their wings they spread wide
And with their softly landings
They move heaven and the world.

The proverb:

Scornful dogs eat dirty puddings.

Mischa choose the proverb under the subject: scorn. Why?