Woolly Bear Monologue

Compared to the other ones I’ve chosen so far, this picture probably seems a bit different. Strange, even. That’s because unlike the others, the focus is not on me, nor any other person in my family. Rather, smack in the center of the picture sits a little dark puffball. That puffball happens to be one of the many Woolly Bear Caterpillars, which I called woollies, that I confronted, and even helped that day.
My friend Emily and I had gone on our nearby, usual, biked-on-almost-every- single-Saturday, trail. Of course, our moms had to tag along too, just to take pictures of the foliage. But little did we imagine we would encounter an entire trail full of woollies. At first we thought it was pretty cool, but soon things took a pretty drastic …show more content…
After sharing our plan with our moms, we got started right away. Slowly and carefully, we biked our way down the trail, keeping watch for any incoming woollies. It had only been around ten seconds before we made our first rescue. It was a poor little fighter, waiting for its saviors to help it out of the path of a bad fate. Well, it was actually more of a tiny black-and-maroon wad of fluff sitting smack in the center of the trail. I immediately grabbed a nearby leaf, and together, we gently slid him onto it. As we slowly stood up, the world erupted in cheers for our heroism, as it certainly would have been squashed by oncoming bikers. My mom stepped up, all while congratulating us, and took a victory photo of the still-curled woolly. I still don’t know why it never uncurled itself, because in its perspective, we were obviously the universe’s kindest angels. Then, Emily and I finally set it free into the comfy haven of the grass.
It wasn’t just the woollies that benefitted from this day. Emily and I have also gotten more than just memories. Although Emily and I have drifted apart over the years, we still have this memory to keep us together and make us laugh, remembering the good old