"once, there was a girl.
she caught a caterpillar which hung at the loose end of a 'collapsing' leaf.
she contained it in a small glass bottle.
the next day,
she made afew decorations and put it inside the bottle.
everyday, she would let the caterpillar out to nourish itself with some fresh new grass.
often, seizing this opportunity,
the caterpillar would try to make its escape.
the girl always managed to capture it and places it gingerly into her nicely decorated glass bottle.
after several months,
it transformed into a beautiful butterfly.
it could fly!
thus, when the girl lifted the lid of her bottle,
it flew away.
she had expected this.
yet she secretly hoped in her heart that the butterfly would go back to her one day.
even if it was back 'cos it's fallen ill,
and it would fly away when it's well again.
she still hoped it'll come back."

the next day,
the butterfly died on a beautiful flower just outside her garden.
it will never reach her.