The Very Hungry Caterpillar

In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf.
One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and-pop!-out of the egg
came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar
He started to look for some food.
On Monday he ate through one apple.
But he was still hungry.
On Tuesday he ate through two pears,
but he was still hungry.
On Wednesday he ate through three plums,
but he was still hungry.
On Thursday he ate through four strawberries,
but he was still hungry.
On Friday he ate through five oranges,
but he was still hungry.
On Saturday he ate through
one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese,
one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage,
one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon.
That night he had a stomachache!
The next day was Sunday again.
The caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf,
and after that he felt much better.
Now he wasn't hungry any more-and he wasn't a little caterpillar any more.
He was a big, fat caterpillar.
He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself.
He stayed inside for more than two weeks.
Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and...
he was a beautiful butterfly

Papa, please get the moon for me
Before Monica went to bed, she looked out of her window and saw the moon. The moon looked so near.
"I wish I could play with the moon." thought Monica, and reached for it.
But no matter how much she stretched,
she could not touch the moon.
"Papa," said Monica to her father,
"please get the moon for me."
Papa got a long ladder.
He carried the very long ladder toward
a very high mountain.
Then Papa put the very long ladder
on top of the high mountain.
Up and up and up he climbed.
Finally, Papa got to the moon.
"My daughter Monica would like to play with you."
said Papa, "but you are much too big."
"Every night I get a little smaller." said the moon.
"When I am just the right size, you can take me with you."
And indeed, the moon got smaller and smaller and smaller.


When the moon was just the right size, Papa took it.
Down and down and down he climbed.
"Here," said Papa to Monica, "I have the moon for you."
Monica jumped and danced with the moon.
She hugged the moon and threw it into the air.
But the moon kept getting smaller and smaller and smaller,
and finally it disappeared altogether.
Then, one night, Monica saw
a thin silver of the moon reappear.
Each night the moon grew...
and grew
and grew...

The Very Quiet Cricket

One warm day, from a tiny egg a little cricket was born.
Welcome! chirped a big cricket, rubbing his wings together.
The little cricket wanted to answer,
so he rubbed his wings together.
But nothing happened. Not a sound.

Good morning! whizzed a locust, spinning through the air.
The little cricket wanted to answer,
so he rubbed his wings together.
But nothing happened. Not a sound.

Hello! whispered a praying mantis, scraping its huge legs together.
The little cricket wanted to answer,
so he rubbed his wings together.
But nothing happened. Not a sound.

Good day! crunched a worm, munching its way out of an apple.
The little cricket wanted to answer,
so he rubbed his wings together.
But nothing happened. Not a sound.

Hi! bubbled a spiilebug, slurping in a sea of froth.
The little cricket wanted to answer,
so he rubbed his wings together.
But nothing happened. Not a sound.

Good afternoon! screeched a cicada, clinging to a branch of a tree.
The little cricket wanted to answer,
so he rubbed his wings together.
But nothing happened. Not a sound.

How are you! hummed a bumblebee, flying from flower to flower.
The little cricket wanted to answer,
so he rubbed his wings together.
But nothing happened. Not a sound.

Good evening! whirred a dragonfly, gliding above the water.
The little cricket wanted to answer,
so he rubbed his wings together.
But nothing happened. Not a sound.

Good night! buzzed the mosquitoes, dancing among the stars.
The little cricket wanted to answer,
so he rubbed his wings together.
But nothing happened. Not a sound.

Aluna moth sailed quietly through the night.
And the cricket enjoyed the stillness.

As the luna moth disappeared silently into the distance,
the cricket saw another cricket.

She, too, was a very quiet cricket.
Then he rubbed his wings together
one more time.

And this time...
...he chirped the most beautiful sound that she had ever heard


The Mixed-Up Chameleon

On a shiny green leaf sat a small green chameleon.
It moved onto a brown tree and turned brownish.
Then it rested on a red flower and turned reddish.

When the chameleon moved slowly across the yellow sand,
it turned yellowish. You chuld hardly see it.
When the chameleon was warm and had something to eat,
it turned sparking green.
But when it was cold and hungry, it turned grey and dull.
When the chameleon was hungry, it sat still and waited.
Only its eyes moved-up, down, sideways-until it spotted a fly.
Then the chameleon's long and sticky tongue shot out and
caught the fly.
That was its life.
It was not very exiting.

But one day...the chameleon saw a zoo!
It had never seen so many beautiful animals.
The chameleon thought:
How small I am, how slow, how weak!

I wish I could be big and white like a polar bear.
And the chameleon's wish came true.
But was it happy? No!

I wish I cluld be handsome like a flamingo.
I wish I could be smart like a fox.
I wish I could swim like a fish.
I wish I could run like a deer.
I wish I could see things far sway like a giraffe.
I wish I could hide in a shell like a turtle.
I wish I could be strong like an elephant.
I wish I could be funny like a seal.
I wish I could be like people.

Just then a fly flew by. The chameleon was very hungry.
But the chameleon was very mixed-up.
It was a little of this and it was a little of that.
And it couldn't catch the fly.
I wish I could be myself.
The chameleon's wish came true. And it caught the fly!


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