BeBe Protects the Moths
Here is an illustration I made recently:
Bebe was raised in the country, an only child and orphan who was taken in by her kindly grandfather. Her grandfather was a well respected renovator of homes and furniture who traveled all throughout their county and the neighboring counties, and even sometimes to different states to work on renovation projects. Despite the era Bebe grew up in, the early part of the 1900's, her grandfather always included her in these renovations and taught her at a young age how to use tools and the fine skills needed to fix, improve and build. Bebe loved the work and merrily joined her grandfather on his renovating endeavors.
One day, Bebe and her grandfather go even further into the country than they already live to help renovate an old farm house. The farmhouse was on a big stretch of land that was in the middle of the woods. One of the first things that needed to be done was for several of the walls to be torn down. When Bebe struck the ax into the wall, something fantastic was revealed inside of the wall: hundreds of giant cocoons. Bebe and her grandfather were in aw by the strange, beautiful and slightly frightening sight. In hushed tones, the two murmured over ideas of what to do with the creatures. They decided that, even though there was something eerie about such large cocoons and in such multitude, they didn't want to destroy them. So while the mysterious creatures inside grew and developed, they found other projects to work on. They would be the cocoons protectors.
One day, while Bebe was sanding the floor, she heard a strange noise. It was a crunch and a tear, then a mighty flap of wings. The creatures were hatching from their cocoons! They were giant and beautiful moths. She called urgently to her grandfather who was in the adjoining room. More and more moths hatched and they fluttered around the room. Bebe and her grandfather watched in wonder.
"Let's open the windows for them!" Bebe said. Together they scrambled to the four windows in the room, opening each one and pushing the screens out so the moths had a clear way to leave. The moths danced toward the light and into the open air.
After they thought they had seen the last moth flutter to freedom, Bebe and her grandfather heard a sound in the wall. One moth was left. Her wings had got caught in cobwebs and she was struggling to use them. Bebe gently brushed the moths wings off. She brought her to the window and set her free. The last remaining moth fluttered toward the light of the sky and joined the flock of her moth siblings. They flew in formation like birds, off to some magical world of giant insects.
Bebe was raised in the country, an only child and orphan who was taken in by her kindly grandfather. Her grandfather was a well respected renovator of homes and furniture who traveled all throughout their county and the neighboring counties, and even sometimes to different states to work on renovation projects. Despite the era Bebe grew up in, the early part of the 1900's, her grandfather always included her in these renovations and taught her at a young age how to use tools and the fine skills needed to fix, improve and build. Bebe loved the work and merrily joined her grandfather on his renovating endeavors.
One day, Bebe and her grandfather go even further into the country than they already live to help renovate an old farm house. The farmhouse was on a big stretch of land that was in the middle of the woods. One of the first things that needed to be done was for several of the walls to be torn down. When Bebe struck the ax into the wall, something fantastic was revealed inside of the wall: hundreds of giant cocoons. Bebe and her grandfather were in aw by the strange, beautiful and slightly frightening sight. In hushed tones, the two murmured over ideas of what to do with the creatures. They decided that, even though there was something eerie about such large cocoons and in such multitude, they didn't want to destroy them. So while the mysterious creatures inside grew and developed, they found other projects to work on. They would be the cocoons protectors.
One day, while Bebe was sanding the floor, she heard a strange noise. It was a crunch and a tear, then a mighty flap of wings. The creatures were hatching from their cocoons! They were giant and beautiful moths. She called urgently to her grandfather who was in the adjoining room. More and more moths hatched and they fluttered around the room. Bebe and her grandfather watched in wonder.
"Let's open the windows for them!" Bebe said. Together they scrambled to the four windows in the room, opening each one and pushing the screens out so the moths had a clear way to leave. The moths danced toward the light and into the open air.
After they thought they had seen the last moth flutter to freedom, Bebe and her grandfather heard a sound in the wall. One moth was left. Her wings had got caught in cobwebs and she was struggling to use them. Bebe gently brushed the moths wings off. She brought her to the window and set her free. The last remaining moth fluttered toward the light of the sky and joined the flock of her moth siblings. They flew in formation like birds, off to some magical world of giant insects.