The Caterpillar and The Moth (Madisyn Barbosa- Lafayette, LA)

Once there was a caterpillar walking out on a limb, and a moth flew by and landed on a leaf next to the caterpillar who was getting more and more nervous walking out on the limb for fear it would break.

The moth said, "Look at you, all ugly and plump, walking and being afraid with every step, where as I can fly and be free."

The caterpillar said, "Of course, you aren't afraid to take risks, because you can't fall, as I on the other hand, will do what my body tells me too, and my body and mind say for me to take a chance on this limb to break, it's what I have and need to do."

The moth said, "You will never be like me."

The caterpillar said, "Thank god, now if you excuse me, I have some work on myself to do," and it began making a cocoon.

Time goes by and the moth flies by the cocoon and says, "Hello caterpillar, I see you are just hanging by a thread, and you will soon fall, and I can fly away laughing."

The butterfly comes out of the cocoon and tells the moth, "See, I knew I'd never be like you, I knew I'd be better because my struggles made me stronger, now if you excuse me, it's my turn to fly." And the butterfly smiles and extends her beautiful wings out and flies away smiling....

The moth was so astonished she fell off the limb onto the ground and was stepped on by a man that was walking by that didn't even notice her, because he was looking at the butterfly....

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