MOTHS AND BUTTERFLIES 



Do you remember seeing last fall a thick, brown, 

 woolly caterpillar that was hurrying away as fast 

 as it could go? Did you wonder where it was going 

 and why it was in such a hurry? It traveled over the 

 ground so fast that it seemed to have a set purpose 

 of its own, as, indeed, it had; for it was hurrying 

 away to find a cozy spot in which to spend the long, 

 cold winter. 



The sharp, frosty autumn air tells the woolly-bear 

 caterpillar that winter is coming and it hurries about, 

 through the grass and across the sidewalks, any- 

 where, everjrwhere, to find a crack or corner for its 

 winter home. When the little nook is finally found it 

 curls up into a tight ball and sleeps away the long 

 winter just as the real bear does for which it is named. 



In the spring when the sun melts the snow and 

 the days begin to be warmer, out it comes from its 

 tiny, cozy corner just the way the big, brown bear 

 comes from his cave where he has been curled up 

 asleep so long. They both hunt about to find what 

 they can to eat, for they are very hungry after their 

 long sleep. 



The real bear wanders about through the woods. 

 He eats what dried berries and leaves he can find, 

 but no matter how much he eats he always remains 

 a bear. But the little woolly-bear caterpillar does 



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