are you afraid, little caterpillar? there's nothing to be afraid of.
i see you starting to come out now and, oh, how you've changed.
such a pretty little butterfly now, so vibrant. so fragile.
your skills are naught against me. i'll grind your little body into dust, toss it into the sun and watch it shimmer, glimmer, glitter like pixie dust.
who will follow you then?