Absolom the Caterpillar

  • “Come on Absalom, lets get to the tree so we can pupate! We can’t wait till we’re beautiful butterflies”.
    “Ok, alright, you go ahead and I’ll catch up, I’m coming”
  • “Hey Absalom, it’s almost winter. Arn’t you coming to tree with us so we can become beautiful butterflies together and then we can go to warm Mexico? We can’t wait to get rid of these itchy, tight costumes.”
    “Oh well I like watching the pretty leaves fall and I like my costume.”
    “Ok well suit yourself. Ha Ha get it, “suit” and costume? Ha Ha, I crack myself up.”
  • “Come on Absalom, you’ll be the last one left as a caterpillar. You don’t want to be stuck as a squirmy little insect on the ground do you?”
    “Um, well maybe I like being me, a caterpillar. And just because everyone says you’ll be a butterfly doesn’t mean it’s true. Who knows, maybe I’ll be the one that gets stuck in a chrysalis or I won’t know how to fly and I’ll just fall off the tree, splat? Or a wasp or spider will get me while I’m defenseless in my cocoon. Besides, I like being a caterpillar.”
  • “I like being a caterpillar. I like my patterns here and my cool accordion body. What if it hurts to become a butterfly? I don’t know how to fly. What if it’s not nearly as much fun as being a caterpillar? Yea me! I like being me! Maybe you all are just fooling yourself into believing you’re not a caterpillar, that you’re special or something. Well go to your little special cocoons, your changing rooms, I’m fine right here.”
  • “Well hey Absalom, we think being a butterfly is pretty special and magical. One day we don’t have wings and the next day we do, we just have to grow our chrysalis and then out grow our cocoons and believe and then, Shabam! …So come on Absalom, it’ll be great! Come to the tree and transform with us. We can’t wait.”
  • “Wow! Woohoo! I can’t believe I’m a butterfly and I can fly! Whee! This is so much fun! Bye Absalom, see you next year then, maybe. We gotta go to Mexico now.” “Yea, there’s a spot on a beach with my name on it!” “See ya,we’ll miss you….”
  • “Bye…gosh I guess I missed my chance to “poof” into a butterfly with the others. And the temperature is dropping. It’s getting chilly. But oh look at those pretty white leaves falling now, they’re not brown anymore. And the white noise is so quiet”…