The Very Hungry Caterpillar Novels & Stories

One attached to a headless snake. "Seriously?" Holly demanded. "I am not going to eat a snake, or a rat, or bugs! I am a human being, and I'm going to eat like a human being." She picked up the frozen meal and waved it around, her voice edged with hysteria. "I'm going to eat this! Somehow." She plopped down in the chair and let her head fall forward bumping into the wood. "If I can try to figure out how," she whispered.

I rolled my eyes, "So you have a caterpillar fetish and a neck fetish now?" He grinned and snatched the apple out my hand, "In the dream, the caterpillar is actually my Grandmother so not quite," he corrected. I laughed and shook my head, "That is so strange. Every week?!" "Without fail," he said, "And what do you have against mushrooms?" "It's the texture. They're squeaky and it makes me shiver," I replied. He furrowed his eyebrows, "Squeaky?" "If you know, you know," I replied.

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m

At some point the white stuff began to move out of view, she got frustated so she screamed. "Who's there?" she screamed." It's me Emiliar" She felt stupid, no one knows Emiliar here. She just stood still hoping that someone has heard her. Suddenly, something cold and woolen pounced on her back, She as scared to death that she lost balance and fell on another heap of dirt. She helped herself up and looked up to the animal. She was amazed by what she saw. "Luna" She gasped. Happy that at last she's found one of her.

But deep down in her heart, she knew that she had not been careful at all or else she would not end up pregnant. Later that afternoon, a package arrived at her mother’s house that stole any remaining piece of her heart that did not already firmly belong to him. The box was wrapped in white paper with a big blue and white striped bow. Inside there was a book but it was not just any other book. It was ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ by Eric Carle. The book pictographically described the evolution of a caterpillar eating its way through an array of food to eventually pupate into a beautiful butterfly. It was a gift from her grandmother back when she had been a kid

'A childish person might be perfect for children's book,' they thought. "Do you ever have a story in your mind?" Hoshi inquired before taking a bite of his cinnamon roll. He looks like a hamster with baggy cheeks as he stuffed his mouth with bread. But Dokyeom and Seungkwan won't bring the idea because they know that Hoshi doesn't want to be a hamster but a tiger instead. "I had!" Dokyeom excitedly shared. "The title is: The red bugs in my blanket are as big as my butt."

I outlined. “Now start shopping, girl. Or I’m outfitting this little one myself.” I chuckled. Ivy chuckled as Violet reached out for a tee with some yellow bird on it. “Big bird.” Violet declared, holding the shirt to her. “What’s a big bird?” I asked. “Oh well, there’s this show on PBS, Sesame Street with puppets and people that’s for little kids. She loves it when she gets a chance to watch even a little of it.” Ivy explained.

The words from the book somewhat came out from it, and goes like this. “Somewhat lost, deep in thoughts. The young little girl that is the protagonist went on to her adventure. Meeting the characters that are all unlikely to exist to the real world where she truly belongs. Yet, she had fun one way and another. For her adventure that made her big, then small. Smaller than anyone and just a size of an insect pushes her path to meet the wise caterpillar that should be an owl to anyone’s mind.”

They came to a shuddering halt like we were playing a game of musical statues, limbs in unnatural poses as they wobbled trying to keep their balance. “What is it?” asked Maurice. “Quicksand?” We were standing on perfectly solid ground, not sinking from view, so I don’t know why that was his first thought. “It’s the jabberwock. It’s a giant worm that’s under us right now. I think it’s attracted to movement so try to keep as still as possible.” “How big is it?” asked Claire. “Enormous,” said Jenny. “It ate Keezy.” There was a murmur of surprise and disbelief.

“Remember what I told you the other day about some bugs having weird names? It’s the same with this one. Just like how a ladybug is a bug but not always a lady or how a butterfly can fly but it’s not butter.” “Oh. Just have weiwd name?” “Yes.” “Ok. What that, Mama?” “That’s a cocoon. After some time, a caterpillar will make one and then kind of sleep inside it. Then when it wakes up after a while, it’ll be a butterfly. You could say that’s where butterflies come from.” “So catpilly baby buttewfly?” “You could say that.” “Mama, I needs go potty again.” “Ok, let’s go.” A few hours later...