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THE RED CATTERPILLAR'S HOPE FOR THE FLOWERS


"The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—
the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look,
a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery,
and the countless other infinitessimals
of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge"

“Hang on”, said the flowers.



The caterpillar was scared.
He blushed from fear.
And he became all red.



The red caterpillar trembled.
He felt that he was too heavy for the stem.



“You can do it,” cheered the flowers.



The caterpillar was thinking if he could just be content
and munch on the leaves.



But he was hoping for the flowers.
The fuchsia petals looked pretty and he felt that ache to nibble on them -
just like what he did to this.
He wanted to remember their colors and file those in his dreams.


The flowers knew that the caterpillar would put them to tatters. But they were willing to sacrifice. Soon the fuzzy squirmy thing would become a butterfly. And they hoped that he would come back to pollinate them.



The red caterpillar was dizzy and tired.
But he inched his way, with all hope for the flowers.
A few nibbles more and he would get into his cocoon.
His nibbled flowers would soon grow into fuchsia butterfly wings!

The photos were taken along Leonard Wood Road, Baguio City, Philippines.
Photo Story:
The Red Catterpillar's Hope for the Flowers 
by Pureza Gomeyac-Egmalis  July 2012

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