The caterpillar yawned, thinking he was finished now. He was feeling tired, downtrodden, and in need of a change. He moved onto his favourite life and wrapped it around himself, cosy and safe. When his bed was made he fell asleep, and dreamt himself into a butterfly.
“Listen up, troops. We’ve got a lot of work to do and not much time to do it.”
The meadow was in a terrible mood. “Oh dear,” thought the nature fairies, and sent in their best team of butterflies to tickle the blossoms and lift the meadow’s spirits.
A cluster of chive maidens nodded to him in the breeze. The butterfly blushed, bashful of so much attention.
Was it a butterfly or a plant? The little girl was uncertain and it occurred to her perhaps the butterfly/plant didn’t know either. The leaves or wings fluttered a little. She crouched down to look closer. “Which are you?”
“I’m not sure,” it answered, “but I very much like being both!”