It was as she was coming back from one such place (the maul) that something caught her attention. A neat, little, fuzzy, purple caterpillar. At least she thought it was a caterpillar. It could have been a fuzzy worm, perhaps. Oh! No. Certainly not. It had legs. "Caterpillar." For sure.
Now, normally Marcy didn't really enjoy insects. She didn't mind them, really, but she didn't seek them out. But caterpillars turned into butterflies, and she liked butterflies. Even more-so now that she was friends with Mia. And this caterpillar reminded her of Mia, being purple and all.
So Marcy....followed it. She didn't even float as she squatted down, bag of tea in one hand, and watched the creature crawl across the path. She followed it, taking steps every few moments, slowly keeping up as it wriggled onto the grass, past a bit of shrubbery, and towards a tree.
She was curious. What did caterpillars do all day?
Marcy only ever had the most pertinent of questions.
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I made a thing. : D