The caterpillar sighed. It would be a collie bossing the animals.
‘Like a lift, mate?’
The caterpillar looked up to see a smiling black and white animal. ‘You are?’
‘A zebra. You’re a pretty caterpillar. What kind?’
‘A cinnabar - my yellow and black stripes tell predators I’m not nice to eat.’
‘If only my stripes would do that for lions! Come up. Let’s get in the Ark. There’s lots of rain coming.’
‘Thanks. What do you eat?’
‘Not caterpillars! Strictly on the grass me.’
The caterpillar smiled. ‘You and me both!’