For the values, experiences and skills that they share.
For the magic and emotion that they generate.
I have written this story to highlight the importance, and for the love, of picture books.
Not long ago I lived in an egg, but now I’ve always got my head in a book.
As soon as I wake up, I read.
When I munch on my lunch, I read.
After my daily wriggle routine, I read.
And before I curl up for the night, I read.
I know everything about everything, because I’m a bookworm… Well, bookerpillar actually.
But, there are some things about life that catch me by surprise.
When another caterpillar began nibbling MY leaf, I got cranky. And when I’m cranky, I read. And when I read, I learn things.
Did you know there are things called ‘sharing’ and ‘manners’? Amazing!
So, I politely took a leaf out his book corner, and he politely took a leaf out of mine.
There was this one time when all the kiddipillars were playing ‘Tarzan’ in the trees. The thought of swinging fast on a silk web made my skin crawl and all my legs twitch. And when my skin crawls and all my legs twitch, I read. And when I read, I discover things.
Did you know that baby owls need a lot of courage to fly out of their nest for the first time?
So, with a deep breath through my spiracles, I took the plunge! Who ever thought that a caterpillar could feel exhilaration? I swung so high that I got tangled and landed in a bird’s nest… I can tell you, I have never scrabbled about so quickly in all my life!
Then came the day of the big move. My leafy breakfast churned in my stomach. And when my stomach churns, I read. And when I read, I understand things.
When mum and I curled up with a book together, we found out that humans move house, too! And they always manage to adjust to change.
So, without even a second squirm, I packed up all 100 of my books in… one second flat!
This cocoon wasn’t going to build itself, but I was sure I could get it built in… one second flat!
I was wrong.
First attempt… A pretzel.
Second attempt… Fairy floss.
Third attempt… Spaghetti bolognese!
It was a mess. It may as well have been chop suey, or chopped liver, for that matter. I was liver… I mean, livid. And when I’m livid, I read. And when I read, I appreciate things.
The boy in the story took days to construct his spaceship, and then I got to enjoy racing off to the moon right along with him… again and again! Woohoo!
So, with a stick on my back end, I hung myself upside down and wrapped and twisted, spun and twirled, like tomorrow would last for weeks.
Really, I’m still the same bookerpillar, on the inside. I’m just… a better bookerpillar.
I have learned, discovered, understood, appreciated, and enjoyed the surprises of life, with the help of a few good books.
Now, with my knowledge and wisdom…
I can FLY!
For the value of fiction and non fiction.
For the lessons about friendship, courage, resilience, organisation, persistence, and self confidence.
For the subtle interpretation of some of life’s complexities.
For the special bond that is formed when a book is shared.
And for the magical, satisfying journey when a book hooks you in, over and over.
These are a few of the many reasons to love picture books.
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