There was a once a Caterpillar
Striking, Extraordinary and Magnificent
than the rest of his peers
The prettiest butterfly he will be, predicted the Fox
The life and soul of the garden, chimed in the Mole
The pride of all insects, exclaimed the Beetle
Of course, the Caterpillar believed all of that
He believed he was striking
He believed he was extraordinary
He believed he was magnificent
But most importantly,
He believed he was special
But days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months
Nothing happened
The Caterpillar began to doubt himself
What went wrong?
Some of his peers were now in a cocoon state
Others already flew away with the biggest pair of wings he had ever seen
The Caterpillar shrank a little bit
From fear? from anxiety? from confusion?
He, himself, did not know
All the wonderful ideas started to fly away with his peers' wings
He held on to them even tighter
He must be special in some ways
The rest of his life told him so
They told him so
By the time winter had arrived,
the Caterpillar had turned into the sad Caterpillar
The gloommiest caterpillar one had ever seen, cried the Fox
With no spark of joy left in him, joined the Mole
But, unfortunately, the Beetle was long gone
The sad Caterpillar continued to lead a miserable life to suit his name
And days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months
Until one day, he came across a little pond near the oak
He always avoided coming near this place
Afraid of his own reflection
Afraid of what he will see
Afraid of the word, DISAPPOINTMENT, screaming back at him
But that day, the rain had just stopped
The dew on the grasses, the rainbow in the sky
The weather was so perfect he could not resist
Hence, the sad Caterpillar looked down at the water
Surprisingly, it was not the gloomiest caterpillar
that was staring back at him
It was the same old
Striking, Extraordinary, Magnificent
caterpillar he used to be
and has always been
The Caterpillar smiled
He smiled at the Fox and the Mole
He smiled at the butterflies in the sky
He smiled at the reflection from the little pond
Flowers began to bloom, birds started to sing
It was spring again
The Caterpillar was now no longer a sad Caterpillar
Even though he never turned into a butterfly,
he was proud of what he was
and will continue to be so
This was a story of the Caterpillar who never turned into a butterfly
And, in that way, it made him the most special caterpillar in the whole wide world
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