“Who are you?” said Eileen to the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation, especially one had with a multicolored stuffed animal on one’s porch.
“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar to Eileen. “Explain yourself!”
“I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir, as I can’t explain you,” said Eileen. “You have shown up on my porch without explanation, and I worry you might be the wrong place.”
“Wrong? What’s wrong with this place,” the Caterpillar replied, sucking suspiciously on its hookah.
“There’s nothing wrong with this place,” said Eileen, with exasperation, “it’s just I don’t know how you got here. It’s my home, you see, and I wasn’t expecting any sort of a guest, and certainly not of the caterpillar kind.”
“Well, I don’t know how you got here either, and you don’t see me worried about,” said the Caterpillar, and with that, he closed his eyes and took a nap.
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If you can help Eileen solve this mystery, of how this large caterpillar appeared on a porch by 38th and Meridian, where it was destined for, and whether it might find a better home, drop us a note in the comments.
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