He showed me where it had been eating the leaves.
He flicked if off the tree and said "don't eat our tree". I repeated this phrase and wagged my finger at the caterpillar.
Dad took me inside, and told me he'd be 'back in a second'.
I asked if I could go back outside to inspect the bright green bug again.
I couldn't find him.
Dad said he was gone*.
There was a big rock where the caterpillar had been.
Mum, who had been putting the clothes on the line, wondered if it was hiding.
"He hiding?" I said.
Then I put my hands over my eyes and counted to ten.
"Where are you" I asked to the spot the caterpillar was munching only minutes earlier.
I didn't find him.
*Yes, THAT kind of 'gone'.
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