Here is the story E wrote about a caterpillar for homework tonight:
There once was a catterpillar [sic] who could not wait to become a butterfly. He was surrounded by sticks so he could just imagine himself curled up, inside a cocoon. He quickly, not carefully and slowly, shed his fourth and final skin. He then calmed down and carefully spun a beautiful thread around himself. The End.
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