MY LIFE The Tale of butterfly

I am a butterfly. My mother says I am very pretty like her. Now, I will tell you the story of my life.  

    My mother is a real beauty. Her brown velvety wings have white spots on them. With her wings spread wide, she looks like a pretty flower. I am really proud of her. It was the month of October. One day my mother flew over a milk-weed plant growing in a garden. She fluttered down the plant. After a while, she laid white eggs on the underside of the soft green leaves. On the third day, the eggs hatched and tiny caterpillars came out. I was one of them. At this stage we were called larvae. I was very happy to have come out of the egg. I moved about on the plant eating the leaves, almost all the time. I grew very fast and moulted several times. And lo! In two weeks I was six-seven centimetre long. Now wasn't that quick? In a matter of days I had turned into a large brown, yellow and orange striped caterpillar. From then on, I stopped having any food.

     

     I was very skilful. I crawled under a leaf of the plant. With my head hanging down, I spun a pad of silk and soon fastened myself to the pad. Ah! Look! It was a yellow-orange bag that I spun. A warm, cosy and beautiful bag. My mother told me that I was a pupa and must rest at this stage. The very next day the yellow-orange bag turned into a shining silvery one with black trimming. This was my silver cascade. It was the eighth day of my pupal stage. My silver cascade took a blue tinge. Then, it all happened very soon. The silver cascade turned bluish black. . . . . . and began to move. At first two little feet came out of the cascade. Then two more. . . . . . and finally two more. Finally, it's me with six feet and four wings like my mother.

     My wings looked wet and crumpled. I rested for a while. Then I began to fan my wings up and down. Soon my wings became large and beautiful. Now, I am a full grown butterfly kid. Fluttering my wings, I fly happily saying good bye. I am fully grown.