there are three hundred and fifty-five stories about suleiman-bin-daoud; but this is not one of them. it is not the story of the lapwing who found the water; or the hoopoe who shaded suleimanbin-daoud from the heat. it is not the story of the glass pavement, or the ruby with the crooked hole, or the gold bars of balkis. it is the story of the butterfly that stamped.