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Once upon a time, there was a caterpillar named Mr. Poopoo. (Admit it--I know you see the resemblance.) He lived in a small orange tree, happily munching on leaves. One day, a giant named Trevor found him while examining the neighboring giants' fruit trees, and gently carried Mr. Poopoo to his own home.

Trevor's daughter, Aisling, loved Mr. Poopoo at first sight, and adopted him. She made him a wonderful, safe, and secure home (in a big glass jar, with a nice stick). She picked the finest orange leaves daily for Mr. Poopoo. He happily ate, and ate, and ate, until finally, he began to spin a nice, snug bed for himself.

Aisling was VERY excited to see Mr. Poopoo resting in his bed (cocoon). She knew, from her research on Mr. Poopoo's breed, that he would awaken in about two-weeks' time and experience an amazing metamorphosis. Aisling protected and kept watch over the sleeping Mr. Poopoo.

After two weeks had passed, Aisling decided to gently move the sleeping Mr. Poopoo to her mother and father's bedroom for safety reasons (the ravenous mountain lion was at large throughout the rest of the castle). That day, she mentioned Mr. Poopoo's change of residence to her mother (in passing), who promptly forgot the information.

A few days later, Aisling's mother leisurely walked into her own bedroom (on the way to her bathroom) and was extremely startled to see some animal jumping/flapping/running behind her dresser. Shocked and afraid, she froze in fear. The animal finally flew to the window where his identity was revealed!

Mr. Poopoo had transformed into a giant swallowtail butterfly! Aisling's mom screamed for Aisling at the top of her lungs, and Aisling (being the wonderful daughter that she is) ran as fast as she could to her mother, even though her mom's words were shrill and unintelligible.

When she saw Mr. Poopoo transformed, she was delighted and awed. She understood that her time with him was now short, so she whispered words of encouragement to him (along with her father and slightly-more-calm mother) and held him lovingly,

(Her father said his goodbyes as well.)

and then, introduced him back into the beautiful outside world from whence he came.

The End.

Comments

Aly said…
cute story! how fun that you have Alex for the summer. it's wonderful that Aisling and he have such a close bond. I still have such good memories or our own sleepovers and such. Cousins are the best!
Sarah said…
So great Aisling is not fearful of living things no matter how many legs. Could you send her to my house - we've got spiders and Box Elder bugs that need a friend...
Heidi said…
Yeah the lion guarding the rest of the castle would have dispatched Mr. Poopoo without any problem or even raising an alarm!
Awesome pictures, glad you got front and back. Beautiful.

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