The two caterpillars, Clara and Carl, did not have much to say to each other, for they were engaged in the process of eating, growing and becoming large enough to turn into butterflies. Their friendship was a silent one, as they crawled and munched. Carl wanted to become a truly wonderful butterfly. He often thought about the strong and wonderful painted wings he would have when he was changed in the magical chrysalis. Carl dreamed and dreamed until all he could see- all he could think about- were his dreams of his wonderful, painted wings. His dreams were clearer when he kept his eyes shut, so he often hung there, replete with leaves, sleeping and dreaming of better things.
Clara was ashamed of being a caterpillar. She felt fat and furry and hated the fact that she must crawl on the ground while the others were already butterflies, fluttering in the sunshine. She wanted so much to fly, she often dreamed about it, and in her dream she flew effortlessly into the sky soaring and turning, visiting every flower in the garden.
She resented being a caterpillar so much and however much she ate, however hard she tried, she stayed a caterpillar. Every day she asked Carl to get out his magic mirror and she would look at herself in it. Sure enough there she was, her own eyes and face, but the body of a caterpillar behind them.