The infamous conversation with the creatures of earth

CHAPTER 2

"Bear cub bear cub, do you like honey?
"Oh, the shiny, sticky, crystal clear bliss;
With the brilliance of golden pixie dust; graced by the queen of pixies herself.

Shimmering under the sun; prettier than the shine of a million diamonds;
Flows with grace and ecstasy from heaven itself,
Has a glow so enchanting that it brings the great Quartz to shame.

And oh! The sweetest of the sweet; golden treasure of treasures; melts my heart in ecstasy as I suck it gratefully from my paws;

I'll always be lost in a beautiful dream; when the nectar reaches my tongue;

The most glorious colloid to ever exist; enriching my mouth with the purest form of sweet delight;

Oh! How eager I would be; when mom brings the golden glory;
To get the sacred colloid within my grasp;
Oh! And to eat the delicacy with ecstasy!
Melting into it's wonderous enchantment;

I get captured within the heavenly borders of golden delight and massive explosions of sweet supernovae.

The greatest feast to exist in the universe,
Oh! The best feeling in the world!

Do I like honey? DO I LIKE HONEY??!!
THAT A QUESTION?
I LOVE HONEY!"

"Oh caterpillar, the one on the petal shaped green leaf, why must you munch on tender leaves?"

"Who me?"

"Yes you."

"Me? The dumb old crazy caterpillar on the pile of half-eaten brown and green leaves beneath the mango tree?"

"Yes you, the wonderous creation of nature;  with sophisticated growth patterns surviving the wrath of snakes and birds and still roaming about upon branches and piles of leaves and twigs without a care in the world ; "

"Ah; nice description. okay..it seems you know why I munch on leaves;
To grow; duh"

"But..."

"Oh, the crunchy leaves, so delicious, enriching my mind and soul, giving me life, for the life of me,
So green, so leafy, just like leaf, so green, fun fact, leaves are from trees, trees need them, I need them, I need to eat them, and eat to live. Happy? I'm not poetic, go ask baby bear. Now, imma minding my buisness; good day; for the illustrious butterfly wings cannot wait"
( "crunch crunch" "crackle crackle" )