Inthelightofthemoonalittleegglayingonaleaf.OneSundaymorning,thewarmsuncameupand–pop!-outoftheeggcameatinyandveryhungrycaterpillar.Hestartedtolookforsomefood.OnMondayheatethroughoneapple,buthewasstillhungry.OnTuesdayheatethroughtwopears,buthewasstillhungry.OnWednesdayheatethroughthreeplums,buthewasstillhungry.OnThursdayheatethroughfourstrawberries,buthewasstillhungry.OnFridayheatethroughfiveoranges,buthewasstillhungry.OnSaturdayheatethroughalotofthings.onepieceofchocolatecakeOneice-creamconeOnepickleOnesliceofSwisscheeseOnesliceofsalamiOnelollipopOnepieceofcherrypieOnesausageOnecupcakeOnesliceofwatermelonThatnighthehadastomachache.ThenextdaywasSundayagain.Thecaterpillaratethroughonenicegreenleaf,andafterthathefeltmuchbetterNowhewasn’thungryanymore-andhewasn’talittlecaterpillaranymore.Hewasabigandfatcaterpillar.Hebuiltasmallhouse,calledacocoon,aroundhimself.Hestayedinsideformorethantwoweeks.Thenhenibbledaholeinthecocoon,pushedhiswayoutand…Hewasabeautifulbutterfly.TheEnd.