A lush,green jungle surrounded Crispin.

The air was moist, and filled with an earthy smell that had a hint of honeysuckle. He made his way through the dense leaves until he came upon a clearing. A tiny voice called to him and upon looking down Crispin came face to face with a caterpillar. Well, face to face wasn’t quite right as the caterpillar was standing on Its head with Its hind end up in the air.

“Hello, good sir.” Crispin greeted.

“Look at my fuckin’ balls. Look.” replied the caterpillar,waving his rear to and fro.

It was then the Crispin decided to leave the clearing, for the small caterpillar was rather rude.