Nine-year old Trixie wandered into the kitchen and looked up at the top of the refrigerator where her "caterpillar condo" stood, safe from the activities of family life. The "caterpillar condo" was a box with cellophane windows that Trixie had brought home from a special science class. Inside the box was a caterpillar that was supposed to create a chrysalis and eventually turn into a butterfly. The "caterpillar condo" had been on top of the refrigerator for several days and nothing had yet happened. Trixie stomped her foot as she looked upwards.

"Come on! Please be a butterfly," she whispered.

Mart came into the kitchen and overheard his sister.

"Ask all you want, little sister. That worm will never be a butterfly," said Mart as he shook his head at his sibling.

Trixie stuck her tongue out at her brother as he brushed by her. "Will too!"

The next morning, Trixie again checked her "caterpillar condo" and was thrilled to find that it had formed a chrysalis. She excitedly called for her mother who gently pulled the box down so Trixie could take a closer look.

Mart looked through the cellophane windows and pointed out, "That's not a butterfly." Trixie scowled at her brother. She held her breath as her mother carefully placed the box back atop the refrigerator.

A few days later, Trixie entered the kitchen, looked up at her "condo" and gasped. Inside the box, a butterfly fluttered about.

"It worked! It worked!" Trixie shouted.

The entire family hurried into the kitchen and watched as Peter pulled the box down.

"Eww! It's not a very pretty butterfly," sneered Mart. "Where are the bright colors?"

Trixie said nothing and continued to stare at the moth-like butterfly that was now in the "caterpillar condo".

Later that day, Trixie and her mother took the box outside and released the butterfly. They watched as it gently flew among Moms' flowers.

"I don't care what Mart says. I think it's a beautiful butterfly," declared Trixie as she watched it flutter up and disappear among the trees of Crabapple Farm.