Caterpillar registration form in paradise

Name of the deceased: caterpillar

Cause of death: being mad at yourself

Time of death: the night before the butterfly

Life diary:

September 7, 2004

Not long ago, I was born. Unexpectedly, when I saw the world on the seventh day, I met something that made me angry.

At noon today, I climbed to the blade of grass to have lunch, and I was eating incense. Suddenly one hand reached me. I was caught unprepared and caught the air. A group of seven or eight-year-old children stood around me, and a little boy grabbed me to scare other children. Seeing my ugly appearance, the children were stunned and a child was scared and cried on the spot. I was pinched and uncomfortable, thinking: he should not do this. I am very sympathetic to the children, the more I want to get more and more angry, just use my burrs to poke his fingers. With the sound of "Hey, I am hurting me," I was thrown to the ground. Other children came to see his hand and said, "We will help you find it and give it to the five horses." I think, I will help you not to be scared by him, but you have to kill me, it is really a dog. Levering Lu Dongbin - I don't know how to be good." Thinking about it, the hair on my body stood up and climbed away with enthusiasm.

October 7, 2004

Today, we have held a knowledge contest throughout the forest. I postponed the time to play the game and won the first prize. Unexpectedly, the Hornets actually said that I was copying the results and said: "Look at him, it is ugly and weird. The way you walk is so funny. It looks like no knowledge." The other bugs listened. Nodded. Thinking of my own grievances in my life, I was so angry that it was called a circle, and the body was also mad, and the roots of the body were as vertical as steel needles. The uninviting wasp had to be vocal, and I was already so angry that I blew it up and died with it.

Last words:

I don't regret the wonderful moment of waiting for the butterfly, because if it doesn't become a butterfly, but becomes a enchanting scorpion, isn't it better to die? Hey, I hope that the next generation will turn into a jaundice, wearing a beautiful dress, who dares to make irresponsible remarks?