It was a beautiful day in September. The sunshine touched each blade of grass gently as they rested under the blue sky. A wind, still warm enough, made its way through the leaves of the trees, whispering a song that made each leaf tremble slightly. Everything was in silence in the woods, and nothing seemed to disturb this peace — only if you listened very carefully… If you listened carefully, then you could hear chewing, champing, munching, and scrunching – what could this be? Caterpillars.
Up in a tree, among the leaves, you could see these tiny creatures that had only one job to do: eat. There were many caterpillars in that tree, and each of them had its own leaf. Some of them were eating, biting and scrunching pieces of leaves until they had to move to another one. Others rolled their leaf as if it was time for a good nap to be taken after a well-deserved meal. It seemed that nothing could have disturbed them from that job, except a little bird who might be searching for her food, or other predators like Mr. Black Spider who loved the caterpillars as much as he loved the flies.
But sometimes there are small things that cause big things to happen, and there are things that happen suddenly, without any indication they are coming. In that tree, there was an old twig so fragile that if the wind had been a bit stronger, it would have broken. Out of the blue, a strong wind came and broke that old twig — and it took the caterpillar with it as it fell.
“Ahhhhh! What’s happening? Nooo, nooo, nooo, I’m not prepared for flying, not yet! Ahhhhh!” cried the caterpillar while he fell from the tree. Then came a thud, and the twig was on the ground. The caterpillar tried to come out from the leaves, and after he managed to find his way out, he said:
“Am I on the ground? It seems so. Well, at least I’m alive.’
Then he looked around to see where he was. Before he could get a good look, the ground started to tremble beneath him.
“What’s that? I can’t see well — it is too far away.”
There was something blurred that was running towards the caterpillar and as that thing came, the whole ground trembled.
“Whatever it is, it’s huge and red!”
“Ahhhhhhh! A snake! Dad, Daaad, there is a snake here!” cried Louise, who was frightened by the little caterpillar. ‘A snake, there is a snake in the grass!”
“Me?! A snake?! But I’m a caterpillar, can’t you see?”
Then, the caterpillar showed his green body and his two fake eyes (spots). Indeed, he looked like a small snake, and the little girl believed that he was a snake.
“Oh, Louise my dear, this is not a snake,” responded her father.
“What? No, no, it is a snake. Can’t you see that it looks like one? Look, Dad!”
Louise showed her father the snake. Mr. B., a biology teacher, looked at the caterpillar, then to his daughter and said, “This, my dear, is a caterpillar. It is a wonderful species called Papilio Troilus.”
“But the other caterpillars from the garden don’t look like that. Why does it look like that?”
“Well, this one looks like a snake because he has to protect itself from predators. You know, birds, spiders, and even bats.”
“Oh, I see now,” Louise said, surprised. “Can I take him home? Please, father! He is alone here. He needs friends, I could be his friend!”
“What? Home? I’m not leaving anywhere with you, silly girl!” cried the caterpillar. But it was too late. Louise had already taken him on a leaf and put the caterpillar in her basket.
“Come one, Mr. Caterpillar, you will meet your new friends!” said Louise as she put Mr. Caterpillar in her basket.
The way to Louise’s home was a true adventure for Mr. Caterpillar. He moved from right to left and jumped from one side to another in the basket until he felt ill. After a few minutes, the trip was over. They arrived home and Louise took Mr. Caterpillar to the garden.
“Well, Mr. Caterpillar, this is your new home. You’ll stay here till I come back; I’ve to eat dinner. Go and make friends!” Louise said as she put Mr. Caterpillar near some flowers. Then she left.
“Oh, thank God that horrible trip is over!” said Mr. Caterpillar. “Where am I?”
As he looked around he saw some creatures that seemed to look almost like him. There were other caterpillars, but these ones were only brown. Then, the brown caterpillars spoke to Mr. Caterpillar:
“Hey, who are you?” said one of them.
“Certainly, he is not like us. He is a sort of snake, I can see. What a strange creature… ugly and funny at the same time,” said another caterpillar. “Who are you?”
“I’m not a snake. I’m a caterpillar,” said Mr. Caterpillar.
“A caterpillar?” said the second brown caterpillar. “A caterpillar? That must be a joke!”
“No, I’m a caterpillar and I used to live in a tree in the woods but this little silly girl brought me here.”
“Well, if you are a caterpillar, you have to become either a butterfly or a moth,” said a beautiful, bright orange and black butterfly that had just joined the conversation.
“Hah, really? Well, I don’t know. I think I’ll be a butterfly, I guess,” said Mr. Caterpillar, confused about what he had just heard.
“You guess?!” said the first brown caterpillar “You don’t have any idea who you are, do you?”
“Of course, I know who I am. I’m a caterpillar.”
“Well, if you know that you are a caterpillar, then you know what you will be. So, what will you be? A butterfly or a moth?” said the first brown caterpillar. Mr. Caterpillar looked confused. He had no idea what he would become, and now he was worried about it.
“Hah! He certainly doesn’t know!” said the second brown caterpillar. “Well, I do know who I am and what I’ll be. I’ll be the most beautiful butterfly that has ever been seen! Am I right, my friend, eh?”
“Well,” said the beautiful butterfly suddenly. “I would not be so sure if I were you, my dear friend.”
“I didn’t ask you, butterfly!” said the second brown caterpillar, in a hostile tone. “And besides, who are you and how do you know what I’ll become?”
“Well, my dear friend, I am a monarch butterfly and as you can see, I can fly and see many things. And from what I have seen so far, I can honestly tell you that you will not be a butterfly, but rather a mo—” The butterfly did not finish his last word when he flew away.
The whole conversation was stopped by a bird that appeared suddenly out of nowhere and, judging from her actions, it was very, very, very hungry. The bird tried to catch the caterpillars with her beak, but the two brown caterpillars ran in time to avoid being caught.
As for Mr. Caterpillar, he did not know where to run and hide on the ground since he had lived only in a tree. The bird hit the ground with her beak several times, trying to catch Mr. Caterpillar. Poor Mr. Caterpillar was so frightened, but somehow, he managed to avoid the bird’s jabs. But the bird hit faster and faster until Mr. Caterpillar lost any hope that he would survive and he started to believe that the beak would swallow him, and this would be his end.
“Go away! Go away!” cried Louise. The little girl ran forward and shouted to the bird to save her friend. “Mr. Caterpillar isn’t your food, he is my friend! Go away!” Scared by Louise, the bird flew away, .
“Ohhh, Mr. Caterpillar, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”
“Alright? Alright?! I was almost eaten, as you could see!” cried Mr. Caterpillar. He was still scared. “Anyway, even silly as you are, you saved my life… Perhaps I shall thank you.”
“I hope you’re okay, my dear Mr. Caterpillar. I will put you in this tree. My father told me that you like spicebush. So there you are.” Louise took Mr Caterpillar to the spicebush and put him on a leaf.
Once he was back in a tree, Mr. Caterpillar rolled over in a leaf and was not seen for several days. During those days, Mr. Caterpillar hid under a leaf rolled over, . During the night, you could listen to chewing, champing, munching, and scrunching – at this time, Mr. Caterpillar was eating. Mr. Caterpillar grew big and fat. He even changed his colour. From a green caterpillar, he changed into a golden one.
One day, Louise came to see Mr. Caterpillar. The little girl searched Mr. Caterpillar among leaves until she found him. She took down Mr. Caterpillar and put him on the ground.
“Hello, Mr. Caterpillar. I brought somebody to know. His name is Tiger. But what happened with you, Mr. Caterpillar? Why are you so yellow? Have you got sick? Well, I think Tiger can help you. I’ve heard that cats can heal the ones that are sick.”
Louise did not finish what she was saying, and at that moment, from the inside of her basket, a small red kitten appeared. Tiger was a mischievous kitten and everything around him stirred his curiosity. The red kitten looked carefully at Mr. Caterpillar, and then, pow – he hit Mr. Caterpillar lightly with his paw. Mr. Caterpillar fell and gathered himself together.
“Bad cat!” Louise shouted at Tiger and moved him away. ”I’m sorry Mr. Caterpillar. Tiger just wants to play. You know he is a little kitten. You look so sick, I hope you’ll be fine soon enough. My father told me that you have to turn into a chrysalis, and after that into a butterfly. Will you be a beautiful butterfly? I hope you will be, Mr. Caterpillar. I’d like you as a beautiful butterfly and not some brown moth. I don’t like moths — they are ugly. I hope you will be a beautiful butterfly.”
Mr. Caterpillar listened to Louise and remembered the conversation that he had with the brown caterpillars and the monarch butterfly. He became nostalgic.
“I have to go now. I’ll put you back in your tree,” said Louise.
Mr. Caterpillar went to a leaf and rolled over. He was thinking of those conversations about butterflies and moths and wondered what he would be. He kept thinking and thinking until he fell in a long, deep sleep. In his sleep, he dreamed about the good life that he used to have in the woods, where he was so happy. But the sweet dreams were interrupted by nightmares. Even in his dreams those conversations about what he would become haunted him in the form of nightmares. He dreamt that no one would like him, that no one would accept him, all because he was an ugly moth. These dreams made Mr. Caterpillar tremble and hide in a strange shell.
***
“Dad, Dad! What is that?” cried Louise.
“That, my dear child, is a chrysalis. And I believe that we might be lucky enough to see your friend coming out of there like a butterfly! Look!”
The professor was right. There was a tiny hole in the chrysalis, and from there, something black was emerging. First, it was the head with the antennae that appeared, then the wings which seemed to be wet and small.
“Why doesn’t he fly?” asked Louise.
“Hmm, let me ask you something. Did you walk as soon as you were born?”
“Well, I guess not. Did I?”
“Of course not,” the Professor laughed. “You needed time to learn to walk, and so do butterflies. They need time to fly. In a few minutes, you will see a beautiful Papilio Troilus flying.”
“A few minutes? Wow, they are so fast. I thought that they need months as we do.”
“Oh no, Louise. A butterfly needs just a few minutes to learn to fly. As it lives just a few weeks, it learns everything faster than we do. It perceives time differently than we do, for a butterfly an hour of our lives could feel like a year.”
“Ugh…What do you mean by ’perceive time differently than us’? I don’t think I understand…”
“Well, you will when you grow up. You are only five years old, but when you grow up…oh, look! That is your Mr. Caterpillar, now he is a butterfly!”
Despite his worries, Mr. Caterpillar turned into a beautiful butterfly. His forewings were black, surrounded on the edges by a row of small yellowish spots, while his hind wings were dusted by a blue-green colour.
Mr. Caterpillar turned into one of the most beautiful and delicate butterflies. He opened his wings and closed them several times, then he flew in the air.
“You are such a beautiful butterfly, Mr. Caterpillar. Ohh, Mr. Butterfly now, I guess,” cried Louise excitedly. “Where are you going?”
“Dad, he’s leaving. I hope he’ll visit me,“ she said.
“Well, you might meet him again one day, my dear,’ her father replied.
Mr. Caterpillar —well, Mr. Butterfly now — flew out of the garden. He was happy and curious to explore the world. Mr. Butterfly ventured into the woods and flew among the trees searching for flowers. He loved flowers for their beauty and colours, but more than that, he loved them for their taste. When he tasted a flower with his feet, Mr. Butterfly was careful not to break a single petal. He liked many flowers, but his favourites were: azalea, dogbane, honeysuckle, jewelweed, lantana, milkweed, mimosa, sweet pepperbush, and thistles for their sweet nectar.
Another thing that Mr. Butterfly loved to do was lie in puddles and relax his wings in the sun’s light. One day, as he was lying in a puddle, a swarm of yellow and black tiger-striped butterflies came to him. They seemed friendly and they flew above the water like they were dancing. Mr. Butterfly approached them, but the butterflies flew away and left Mr. Butterfly alone and sad. Now, he was not happy anymore. He felt that he had missed something, and he felt alone.
Mr. Butterfly flew around until he was tired and needed to rest his wings. He found a tree and decided to take his rest there.
“This tree is so familiar to me,” he told himself. “This is my old home. This is the old tree where I used to live as a caterpillar. Perhaps, I will find my old friends, and they must be butterflies too.”
He rested a bit longer, then he wanted to leave the tree but there was something that clang to one of his feet. It was a spider web, and in the lower corner of the web, a black spider was waiting for his prey. Mr. Butterfly twitched and twitched his foot to release himself from the web while the black spider started to come toward him. He remembered the same panic he felt when the bird hunted him, but now there was no Louise to rescue him.
“I am going to be spider food,” cried Mr. Butterfly. The spider came closer and closer toward him, but somehow, Mr. Butterfly managed to disentangle his foot from the spiderweb and flew from there. He flew far away from that tree and never looked back.
Days passed and the weather began to change. There were fewer warm winds and the sun’s light was not as powerful as it used to be. Mr. Butterfly was sad. He was lonely in the woods, without friends. He tried to search for them, but it seems that everything was in vain. Just when he lost hope entirely, he saw a swarm of butterflies that looked just like him. At first, he did not want to go, but eventually, he approached them. The butterflies welcomed him and flew together with him between the trees and flowers. Mr. Butterfly felt as he was with his family and was happy again. He was not alone anymore.
As they were flying among flowers, Mr. Butterfly stopped on a flower to sip the nectar. It was not as tasty as it used to be. The other butterflies searched for other flowers. Mr. Butterfly did not hurry to follow them and decided to rest his wings a bit, as they felt numb. As he looked to the sky, he saw other butterflies, not so many, but these butterflies were so different from what he had seen before. These butterflies were white, and they did not have feet, nor antennae, and the most strange thing was the fact that they were flying in a different way. They were flying down and down. Mr. Butterfly was surprised and decided to approach them as he thought that they might be friends together.
“Well, at least I can try. They seemed to be friendly. Maybe they can join us and be friends together,” he thought as he flew to the sky.
A few white butterflies flew down from the sky. They came slowly as if they were frightened to touch something. The sunshine dissipated and there was no more warmth in the wind. The blades of grass and flowers themselves seemed numb, and everything in woods was silent. There were more white butterflies now, everything numb and stunning. Only the white butterflies, together with Mr. Butterfly, flew down to the ground.
Note: If you want to know more about Papilio Troilus butterfly species that inspired this story, visit the website Featured Creatures.
Mariana Oros
Wonderful! Congratulations!