Martin the Moth
The cocoon cracked, one wing emerged from the delicate shell, then another wing, and suddenly an enormous moth burst out of the cocoon. Another was added to the world population of moths.
The moth was very large, for a moth, that is. He looked just like a normal moth with brown and orangey wings with some occasional red patches. He also had a tan body and had most of the ordinary features of a moth. The problem was that he was too BIG.
When Martin went to his friends, and when they saw him, they laughed at his size and almost fell into the pond below. Martin left; feeling dejected, and went to find his home.
One week later, he found a weird building beside a patch of grass near the place of his birth.
“This is funny,” he thought to himself, “I wonder if there are any other big moths like me in there.”
So he went inside and found it quite empty. Suddenly, out of the blue, a huge group of two-legged creatures walking in two rows came out of a cave, or what seemed like a cave. Of course, Martin was sensible, so he did what scared moths usually do, fly away of course. When he found a quiet spot quite high up, he calmed down and thought the whole thing over.
“I’ve seen those creatures before; they’re called humans, that’s right. And I’ve heard that some of them are quite cruel and shoot things at some of our kind and even hunt for us. I don’t think I can stay here forever, but I am really tired, so think I should stay overnight here, besides, those humans can’t fly. So I’m quite safe up here.” Martin gradually fell asleep.
The next day, a huge swarm of humans came up from another cave. Luckily, they did not notice him.
Later in the morning, when Martin woke up, a smaller group of humans came out of another passage singing off key and running. They were carrying thin rectangular sheets which did not seem harmful to him. They were also carrying short stumpy things which looked like twigs but they were too fat. The humans were swinging them, and shouting until Martin could not stand it. Suddenly, one of the humans took his twiggy thing and pointed it at Martin and shouted to his group, “Hey, over there got one giant moth!” and everyone turned their eyes to him, and some humans with some freaky long hair freaked out and ran away while some of the more normal ones stared at him and simply said, “Wow, what a great big moth!” and walked on dreamily.
That afternoon, when the humans were leaving, some of them shot him with some stretchy string things but luckily they missed. He thought to himself, “Boy, there really are some cruel humans in this weird place. My mother didn’t raise me to be a dartboard.”
As the humans finally went down the cave, he heard two boys chatting among themselves.
“Let’s invent the SPCM, the Society of Prevention of Cruelty toward Moths,” they said, “and we will make sure no one ever hits the moth again.”
“Thank goodness there are such humans on earth. If not, I would be dead meat,” he thought.
At around 3.40 p.m, more humans came up the cave and even sprayed him with water. He was so scared, where were the SPCM when he needed them?! He was hit, so he flew away, out of the building, out of the grass patch, back to his home where he had been born.
When his friends saw him, they could not believe he was him. They thought he was dead.
“Martin! We missed you so much; we were going to have a funeral! Why did you go away?”
“I thought you hated me because you made fun of my size!” Martin replied.
“We know, we’re very sorry, we were just joking.”
“Alright then, anyway, I had a hard time at a weird building,” he pointed to the building with his wings and embraced his friends.
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