The Butterfly~Part One

A long time ago, there was a little green worm. His name was Green-Worm

He was a happy little worm. Pleasantly he would eat the leaves of the huge oak tree, that was his home.

He knew how scary the world was down in the grass beneath the shadow in the tree. His mother and father told him, "If you leave the tree, many things will happen. Dangerous things." He was scared.

One day, Green-Worm's friend Inches, the inch-worm came up to him. "We should go down into th shade of the oak tree," Inches blurted. "and eat the lusious green grass."

Green-Worm was scared. "But in the shade of the oak tree," Green-Worm stammered. "dangerous things will happen."

Inches laughed. "Those are little worm stories to keep us from having fun." He explained. Green-Worm and Inches made their way to the base of the tree.

As they inched their way down the autumn bark of the oak tree, it grew darker and darker and darker. Until the world around them was as dark as night.

Inches saw the blades of grass, still wet from the that days afternoon rain. He began gobbling up the grass. Green-Worm was hesitatant. He saw the large blades of grass and his tummy rumbled with joy. But the words of his parents froze him like ice.

"Many things will happen. Dangerous things."

Something came down from the grey sky. It fell gently down onto some of the root of the tree.

Green-Worm thought it was a star, as it glowed, but it was clear and see-through like water. When Gree-Worm touched it his hand was cold. He shivered.

"Dangerous things will happen."

Suddenly more water-star-like things fell. Inches inched as fast as he could to Green-Worm.

"Hurry!" he shouted. "We have to go back to the oak!"

It was too late, just as Inches made his way up the hill, poor Green-Worm felt too cold to climb. He found a hole in the root and crawled in.

Feeling abandoned and alone Green-Worm trembled in the cold. He was scared and alone, and he didn't know what to do.

All of a sudden, he sneezed. When he looked, there was some shiney sticky string from his mouth.

He blew out and more came out... more and more and more, until, he had enough to make a blanket. Green-Worm curled up under his blanket of shiney string and fell asleep.

He had a weird dream. He saw pictures in his head. He saw wings, he saw spring flowers, color, Inches, his best friend and how he was left abandoned. Then he saw danger, hurt... something was wrong, but Green-Worm couldn't, he knew he had to have wings... But what were wings.

Light peirced the darkness. Green-Worm opened his eyes. A drop of water, shaped like a tear, showed the beedy eyes that belonged to Green-Worm.

But as Green-Worm looked... he saw something come out of his back... two somethings. Two colorful somethings that took the shape of the clouds. His memory came back. Dangerous things, the shiney blanket of shiney string, the dream. Wings. Something told Green-Worm that those were wings.

"Many things will happen." Green-Worm thought. "Many things did happen."

Suddenly, he heard a cry for help. Something small, that reminded him of something... and inche, a few inches... inchworm... Inches!!!