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Even when it rained, Caterpillar kept chewing. He grew bigger and bigger. In a few weeks, he no longer had to hide from the woodland birds. His body grew bristles, which helped him to blend in with the surrounding branches. It was a happy life of chewing for Caterpillar.

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Although chewing on leaves was very satisfying for Caterpillar, he began to feel funny. He didn’t know how, or even what felt different, but he just felt too big. His whole body began to ache. To his surprise, at the height of his pain, his skin split in half and peeled right off. In fact, it sat in a crumpled ball next to him. What a relief! Since he was still very hungry, Caterpillar gobbled up his old skin and the rest of the leaf it was on too.

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Caterpillar kept chewing and chewing. He chewed throughout every day and every night. But one day he didn’t feel like chewing anymore. For the first time ever he felt tired and full. Caterpillar did not want to chew leaves any longer. He felt very strange, stranger even than when his skin split in half. Somehow, he sensed that he had a lot of work to do.

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The very moment he sensed there was work to be done, Caterpillar began spinning fine strands of beautiful silk from a place on his body that was near his mouth. He spun silk for a great while, through the day and through the night. He spun faster and faster through another day and another night until, all of a sudden, he stopped.

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Exhaustion gripped his body, paralyzing him. He fell into a great slumber, so powerful that it took command over his body. Caterpillar entered what seemed to be a different world — a lonely, sleepy world full of darkness. It was a world where no one could see Caterpillar: not the birds, not other caterpillars. Even the sunshine couldn’t reach him there.

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This new world closed up around him. He hung still within this world for days. Still, Caterpillar was very much alive. Again, he dreamt of floating on delicate wings above the sunflowers and dandelions. He dreamt of sprawling forests and gentle streams. Caterpillar liked color, even if he could only see it in his dreams.

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When Caterpillar finally awoke, his world was dark and gloomy, but in a way that was different from nighttime. He was folded up and trapped! He believed there was something beyond his shadowy walls. He pushed and pushed and strained and strained. Finally, he burst out of his dark home and entered a dazzling world like his dreams foretold.

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In a few days, Caterpillar was no longer inching up branches, but rather, gliding effortlessly on vivid black and orange paper-thin wings. He was hungry again, but not for leaves. Butterfly, for that is what he had become, was hungry for the juices of the tall yellow flowers rising around him. Caterpillar had never noticed the other caterpillars around him. Butterfly, on the other hand, noticed other butterflies around him, floating through the bluest of skies. He felt like floating with them. And they felt like floating with him.