The Beyonder Clubhouse

On the Wings of Kindness

There was a time long ago when the world was younger, that a tiny egg sat on a tiny leaf, and from that egg hatched a very small caterpillar. But she did not remain small for long, no! The grasses were plentiful that year, and with her brother and sisters and cousins she ate hungrily. Leaves disappeared, then stems, and when the last bite was munched right down to the dirt she moved on to the next stalk, and so things continued for quite some time. All the caterpillar’s world was stalk and leaf and shoot and stem, and even as her brothers and sisters began to tire and yawn and pull cocoons over themselves, still the little caterpillar continued to eat and eat until she was the last one awake in the whole of that part of the prairie. Only then did she curl up beneath a broad leaf, take one last tiny nibble - for who can go to sleep without a proper bedtime snack - and at last spin a lovely little cocoon to fall asleep in.