The last couple days, on my walk to and from school, I've been very aware of a certain caterpillar. The first time I saw it, I was impressed that it could be so furry and plump and amazing. It was black and brown and amazingly fuzzy. So fuzzy that it almost appeared to be a lump of fuzz, not even a living creature. But it was definitely a caterpillar, and I admired it for being so fuzzy and conspicuous among the sharp grass and rough pebbles along the pathway. After seeing this caterpillar for the first time, there hasn't been one time that I've been able to walk to or from school without seeing it. It somehow mysteriously catches my eye every single time. Even this afternoon on my way back to my apartment, I saw it. But this time, it wasn't its usual fuzzy self. I walked up to it only to find it brutally murdered- ripped apart by an evil, ignorant human. If only it was a worm and could stay alive after such trauma! But no, the delicate caterpillar is ruined. Grieve with me.
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That is my four year old daughter's favorite book.
That is my four year old daughter's favorite book.
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