Alec liked to collect caterpillars. Not much made Alec happy, but caterpillars did.
The way their bodies moved, gentle waves across soft backs. He liked to hold them in his palm, their tiny feet tickling.
He had a special jar for them to live in, with holes in the lid for air.
He would place fresh leaves inside each day, to ensure the caterpillars ate well.
One day, the caterpillars had vanished, leaving strange brown pods in their wake. Alec was distraught, nothing could console him. He hoped they would reappear.
Days later, they did; as the most beautiful rainbow butterflies.