They told him he would be a beautiful butterfly one day, but, to be brutally honest, Cedric wasn’t impressed.
“Why’d I wanna be one of them wingy things?” he mumbled. “When I got a good life here. It’s warm and bright and there is much to eat.”
A cock sparrow looked at him in some disgust.
“Don’t you want to fly?”
“Nope. Looks far too energetic.”
Cedric took another bite of deliciously green leafiness and ignored the bird’s aggravating twittering.
Cedric never spun himself a cocoon, and never metamorphosed, living out his small life happy, fat and stripey.