The caterpillar's smoke

The caterpillar sat on his mushroom watching the birds fly by. He longed for the sky. He longed for the ability to kiss the perfect clouds. He let out a sigh as he watched the birds fly from one tree to the next. He grabbed the side of the mushroom and pulled himself down. He leaned against the stem of the giant shroom. Oh how he despised the ones that were blessed with wings. He sneered at the fact.

"I just have to find my own way." He said to himself.

The caterpillar wandered away from his mushroom looking for anything that could make him fly. He had tried multiple times already, machines and what not. He had also tried becoming a butterfly, but every time he had failed. The caterpillar was running out of options.

There was a glorious smell that left his body numb. The perfume was coming from deep inside the mushroom forest. He sought after the smell and left home once again.

The smell grew stronger with every step of one of his many small legs. He rushed going deeper and deeper into the forest. There was a small mist that lead him. He rushed in attempt to get to the smell before any one else. The caterpillar came to a small meadow. He looked for the mist for he could still smell it…

The caterpillar was in the perfumed mist. He was engulfed in it. He felt that he was in the sky dancing around in the clouds. He felt the joy that the blessed animals felt. He was happy and wanted to feel like this everyday. He looked on the ground and cut all of the grass in the meadow and took it back to his mushroom.