The Funeral...

They didn't know I was listening.

They were whispering in hushed tones.

They gave me quick glances over their shoulders.

I had to see what they were doing; when there is silence, there is trouble.

They were cutting the long grass where the mower doesn't reach...

and in the process found a giant caterpillar...

which they were trying to pick up...

with their SCISSORS.

Needless to say, the caterpillar didn't make it.

I found it in a lifeless heap...

and told them they should feel sad they killed it because the poor little caterpillar would never be a beautiful butterfly.

And they did feel sad...

so they gave it a funeral...

complete with a headstone and flowers.

Translation: "Catupilers" We love "catupilers" Love Anna and Beano