Having stuck to the leaf, the caterpillar watched with interest as the insects sang, jumped, galloped, raced, flew... Everything around was in constant motion. And only she, the poor thing, was denied a voice and was not allowed to run or fly. With great difficulty she could only crawl. And while the caterpillar clumsily moved from one leaf to another, it seemed to it that it was traveling around the world.
And yet she did not complain about fate and did not envy anyone, realizing that everyone should mind their own business. So she, the caterpillar, had to learn how to weave thin silk threads in order to make a strong cocoon house from them.
Without further consideration, the caterpillar diligently set to work and by the required time was wrapped from head to toe in a warm cocoon.
- What next? - she asked, cut off from the rest of the world in her shelter.
- Everything has its turn! - she heard in response. - Have a little patience, and you'll see.
When the time came and she woke up, she was no longer the same clumsy caterpillar. Deftly freeing herself from the cocoon, she was surprised to notice that she had grown light wings, generously painted in bright colors. Having cheerfully waved them, she, like a fluff, fluttered from the leaf and flew, dissolving in the blue haze.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru