Silver Creek i'm a good man, are you a good man, does a good man take you home?

indra tilted her head at the two 'friends', wondering if the ant was laboring to carrying his 'friend' to the ant-doctor. spring's hesitation was heard, but not processed -- instead the little babe stared quietly on. caterpillar -- that was the name. indra mouthed the word slowly and silently, her brow furrowed as she watched the one-man parade. she looked to spring as if surprised, and then looked back to the ant and 'caterpillar'. "catapiller." she said quietly, chanting the word as if it were some sort of foreign incantation. "catapiller catapiller catapiller CATAPILLAR!"