Once upon an afternoon, in the land of shimmering leaves –
and delicate yellow weeds flowers –
little caterpillar Munchy napped on his little leaf bed, dreaming caterpillar dreams.
He was in fact dreaming that he was munching his own little bed when suddenly, he heard a voice.
“Wake up! Wake up, Munchy!”
“Ow. Can’t a caterpillar have a nap, please?”
“There’s danger. You have been found!”
“Hmm-mmmm” was all that Munchy said. He got too tired munching and crawling earlier in the day. Besides, he was so little, he was so sure that he could not be found. But then, he felt himself sliding…sliding ..sliding to the very edge of his bed.
He let go of his dream leaf. He opened his eyes. And saw, to his horror, a big black barrel that was pointed at him.
As fast as he could, he scurried out of his bed and hopped into the nearest pole to escape! “Run Crawl! Crawl! Crawl as fast as you can!” cheered the voice in his head.
Escape proved to be difficult. The barrel followed him. Munchy thought he’d die from the successive shots that issued from the nasty black thing.
Finally, it stopped shooting at him. Munchy could not care less where it went or what happened to it. He was just glad to be alive.
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I guess it’s a little too silly. That’s what happens when I have too much photos and I do not know what to do with them. 🙂
Fantastic post, Imelda! Fun to read and to look at the pictures. Have a great day, Cassie.
Thank you for visiting and leaving a nice comment, Cassie. I am glad that you like it. 🙂
Not too silly…it’s creative! And I love it 🙂
Thank you Colleen. 🙂 I appreciate your kind words a lot.
Wonderful piece, and the pictures add so much. Thanks a bunch.
Thank you so much Diane. I appreciate your visit and comments a lot. I am glad you liked this piece. 🙂
I think it’s great, I’m going to read it to my bug loving daughter tomorrow!
Thank you, Jessie, for dropping by and leaving a nice comment. I hope your daughter likes it. My kids said it is cute, but I am their mother so they do not have much choice. 😉 :-))
hi Imelda,
thanks for your pointe
“Finally, it stopped shooting at him…”
Very nice, I enjoyed this post. 🙂