What you are about to realize is that I have a lot of time on my hands and nothing productive to do. I cannot be held responsible for any boredom that comes from reading the following passage. Reader discretion is advised.
Cody the Caterpillar was just a normal caterpillar. He lived a normal caterpillar life and liked doing normal caterpillar things, like inching around the block and playing fetch with his turtle friend, Ted. Cody had a beautiful voice and was even in a mariachi band, which played at his mother's cafe every Wednesday. Ted liked to sit in Cody's sombrero and nap while Cody sang and played the maracas, and they both agreed that this was their favorite activity.
One day, Cody was getting ready to leave for the cafe when his mother called him. "Cody, I need your help!" Cody was a good boy, so he rushed to the kitchen where his mother was. "Cody," the beautiful butterfly said, "I need these to be ready before the cafe opens, but your father is stuck in the Samsons' web again." Being the good boy that he was, Cody suggested that he could take on the responsibility of baking the cookies even before she asked. "Oh, thank you!" Cody's mother said. She quickly hugged him and handed him her apron before rushing out the door.
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Ding! The timer went off and Cody removed the cookies from the oven. He looked up at the turtle resting calmly on the brim of his hat. "Don't they smell good, Ted?" Ted nodded. "Mom makes the best cookies." Cody picked up a cookie and was about to give Ted a piece when suddenly, Cody heard yelling from across the tree. He ran to the window.
"I don't care, you can't eat my husband!" Cody's mother shouted angrily at the neighbors, a pair of spiders. "Dad's in trouble!" Cody said to Ted. "What do we do?" Ted blinked once and stared down blankly at Cody. "We have to help him!" Cody said, and put the whole cookie in his hat next to Ted. He ran to the door and opened it. "Dad? I'm coming!"
Cody ran as fast as he could, but he just wasn't a good runner. Even at his slow speed, his feet slipped from the branch and he began to fall through the air. "Noooo!" he yelled, afraid that this was the end. As he continued to fall, his body turned this way and that, and the cookie and maracas he had stored in his hat tumbled out into the air too. What he didn't know was that Ted was no ordinary turtle. Ted knew what to do!
The turtle disappeared into his shell and returned with what looked like a large, red blanket. "Ted, what are you doing?" Cody cried as Ted climbed out of the hat and tied the blanket around Cody. "Magic!" Ted yelled with a smile on his face. Cody was shocked. "You can talk?!" With Ted's magic blanket, the pair began to fall much more slowly. In fact, they weren't falling at all, they were flying! Cody struggled to catch the maracas and the cookie, and held onto them for dear life.
Cody and Ted landed safely on the ground, just as Cody's mother and father were landing beside them. "Is everyone okay?" Cody's mother asked, looking her family over. Cody could've sworn that he saw his mother wink at Ted, but just replied with, "I'm okay. Dad?" Cody's father grumbled sourly. "Samson.."
