I'm back! >.<




And...
I am going backward.
I need to change some history.
First I will change first and second World War. >.<
Then undo stuffs that Ive done.

One night baby caterpiller asked fater.
"Dad, why all the caterpiller clime up to the top of that tree?"
Father cataphiller answered.
"There are many fresh leave on top of the trees"
"Fresh leaves..." Baby catapiller decided to clime the tree.
It was really hard to clime the tree for him. Also He wasn't the only one who were looking forward to get fresh leaves. There were other caterphillers young caterphillers, adult caterphillers and also few caterphiller at his age too. Since he was baby, he was abit slower than majorities. But he didn't give up. "I will get to the top of the tree." He climed for hours, but still seems like he hasn't climed up at all. He might have climed for whole night, It was betting brighter and brighter. Suddenly one caterphiller yelled. "It's a finch!" everybody hurried and trying to hide. But they weren't fast enough. Somehow baby caterphiller managed to escape. He though about giving up, but he didn't. Hours later The sun came out. It was really hot day. Baby caterphiller got tired and dehydrated. But he did not give up. It wasn't only baby caterphiller who were tied and dehydrated, other caterphillers were tired and dehydrated. Some fell off the tree, some died on the tree. But smart baby caterphiller used tree shadow to minimumize water lost. Baby caterphiller looked back and realized how far he has climed up. He was happy and climed faster. Days later, he climed up high enough to reach for leaves. Some caterphiller sattled there foe good. But Baby caterphiller didn't want any leaf. He wanted the fresh leaves on the top of the tree. The baby caterphiller and many others went for the top of the tree.
About few weeks later, the baby caterphiller managed to clime the one third, by the time, there weren't many left reaching for the fresh leaves. Most caterphiller died or sattled on the middle. But baby caterphiller wanted the fresh leaves from the top of the tree. days after days, weeks after weeks, he did nothing but clime, thinking about the fresh leaves on the top of the trees. Weeks later he realized air was cold and leaves were not as fresh as before. He did not care. He knew on the top of the tree there will be always fresh leaves. One by one, fellow caterphiller started to fall or die. One night he became the only one climing. "Little bit more, I can see the top of the tree." He used up the very last strenght he had and finally. It was dawn, and he got to the place he wanted. Standing on the of the tree. Bur he realized that there weren't any fresh leaf, not even a leaf. He looked down, and also observed that there weren't any leaf on the tree. instead, he could only see the frost on the empty branches...