This is the tale of a creature called Cilla, or a worm with a coat, called a Caterpilla. She crawled up a tree,to look at the sky, and sat on a leaf and wished she could fly. While on the leaf she started to nosh, then fell asleep and woke up a moth. She opend her wings and started to fly, off of the leaf and into the sky.
Reason for writing:
Its how it works...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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