Heart: I am a teeny, tiny, round egg. I wonder what I will look like when I grow up. I hear the cracking of my shell as I munch my way through my first meal. I see the bright light of the sun filtering through the cracks and holes of my shell. I want a scrumptious, sweet leaf to nibble and chew as soon as I am free. I am a fuzzy, wuzzy, creepy, crawly caterpillar with many legs and furry tufts of hair.       Oval: I pretend to flitter and flutter like a plane instead of looping up and down slow like a snail. I feel like eating leaves until I burst through my skin. I touch the silk pad that is wound around me so tight I barely have room to wiggle or wag. I worry about wasps taking advantage of my vulnerable state. I cry because I am all alone in my chrysalis. I am a fuzzy, wuzzy, creepy, crawly caterpillar with many legs and furry tufts of hair resting all zipped up in my sleeping bag.    

 

 

Heart: I understand that I am changing form. I say it’s time to wag, wiggle, and climb out. I dream about my positive future and using my long, thin proboscis to sip nectar from pretty flowers. I try with all my might to spread my four wings and fly. I hope my wings will dry quickly and grow big and strong so I can take flight. I am a graceful, colorful butterfly!