BEYOND THE GARDEN
By T. B. Charles
Inchworm was slowly climbing an apple tree. Up, up, up he went until he finally reached a branch.
“Look at all those leaves,” he said to himself. This tree would be breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The apple tree was part of a small grove that grew in Mrs. Rosewood’s garden. It was a splendid garden with many fruit trees and flowering plants.
In one row were daffodils, petunias and marigolds. In another row were snapdragons, daises and Forget Me Nots.
And in the back row were the majestic sunflowers that stretched high in the air.
Circling her walkway were Mrs. Rosewood’s favorites: Roses. She loved roses, especially pink roses.
Inchworm, whose name was Pelton, would see Mrs. Rosewood everyday with her watering can. She wore a straw hat with a large pink rose sticking out from the black band.
Many birds and butterflies also visited her garden. And he would often see butterflies sitting atop her straw hat as she went from row to row with her can.
“This is a lovely garden,” said Pelton. “I like it here.”
One day a caterpillar appeared from the underside of a leaf as Pelton was ready to have some lunch.
“There’s a chill in the air. I think it’s time to move on,” said the caterpillar.
“What do you mean?” asked Pelton
"Changes are coming soon and it’s a big world out there,” he said.
“But I like it here,” said Pelton. “And one day I want to sit on Mrs. Rosewood’s hat like the other butterflies.”
“But you're going to become a moth. Not a beautiful butterfly. And she will never let a moth sit on her hat.”
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