The small, furry, green caterpillar ate its way up the stalk of grass. Slowly, silently it munched its way. The man on the hill watched the caterpillar. For the first time that day he was alone. The man sat silently thinking and watching the caterpillar. What was he thinking as he watched the caterpillar, this strong, silent man? Who was he? From where had he come? Like the caterpillar, where was he going? What was he meant to do? These were the man's thoughts as he sat watching the caterpillar eat, doing what the caterpillar was meant to do.
