Two different-looking caterpillars meet at the base of a sunflower plant.
Caterpillar 1: Hello, Miss. My name is Tom. I'm a tomato worm by trade. They call me Tom, for short. I had a few hours to kill while the garden is being weeded, so I thought I'd wander over to this huge tourist attraction. It's sure tall. My name is Tom. What's your name? Mine's Tom.
Caterpillar 2: Caterpillar.
Caterpillar 1: What do they call you for short?
Caterpillar 2: Caterpill.
Caterpillar 1: May I call you Cat?
Caterpillar 2: Are you flirting with me, Sir?
Caterpillar 1: I don't think so, Caterpill. Am I bothering you?
Caterpillar 2: I just broke up with my boyfriend.
Caterpillar 1: I'm sorry. Would you rather I left you alone. I have a tendency to overcompensate for my general shyness by being too forward, and occasionally monopolizing conversations in an effort to say as much as possible about myself while the momentum is there. I am told that can be off putting. I apologize if I've made you feel uncomfortable. Who was your boyfriend?
Caterpillar 2: He was a Wooly Pully.
Caterpillar 1: Wee Willy Wooly Pully?
Caterpillar 2: No, his brother -- Wasabi Wanpiffico-gogo Wooly Pully.
Caterpillar 1: Sounds familiar.
Caterpillar 2: He goes by the nickname, Fuzzy Wuzzy.
Caterpillar 1: I thought Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear?
Caterpillar 2: That's actually an urban legend.
Caterpillar 1: Well, in any case, I'm sorry. Are you going to try scaling this sunflower stalk? I hear the actual flower is quite expansive.
Caterpillar 2: Not sure. A friend of a friend went up, but never came down.
Caterpillar 1: Do you think a giant got him?
Caterpillar 2: Her.
Caterpillar 1: Do you think a giant got her?
Caterpillar 2: Who?
Caterpillar 1: Your friend.
Caterpillar 2: My boyfriend? Have you seen him?
Caterpillar 1: I --ah --No. You mean Fuzzy Wuzzy?
Caterpillar 2: He's an angel now.
Caterpillar 1: Fuzzy Wuzzy is an angel? You mean he turned into a butterfly?
The caterpillar raises up on her hind legs and waves all her other legs wildly.
Caterpillar 2: No! No! Alright! I admit it! I confess! I killed him! He was cheating on me -- with an inch worm. An inch worm! Why not a grub? A centipede for Mothra's sake.
Caterpillar 1: Nice talking to you, Caterpill.
The tomato worm turns quickly away, to see a sleek and glistening creature approaching.
Not-A-Caterpillar 1: Hi. My name is Sluggo. I'm a slug. I'm kinda like a snail, but homeless.
Caterpillar 1: Hello, Sluggo. My name is Tom. I'm a tomato worm by trade. They call me Tom, for short. I had a few hours to kill while the garden is being weeded, so I thought I'd wander over to this huge tourist attraction. It's sure tall. My name is Tom, by the way.
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Author Notes
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