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When he’d recovered his hat, he made a
very proper and polite bow and started to
introduce himself.
“Good day Madame, I’m ........” but he
could not finish because he hadn’t a clue who he
was, what he was or whether he had a name.
Our little friend thought that was rather
rude and was about to say as much when the
voice continued:
“I’m Penny Wren; Jenny’s little sister,
what’s your name?”
“I haven’t got a name, I was only born five
minutes ago and I have-
n’t had the chance to
“I see your problem; I mean you couldn’t very well call
yourself ‘Tiddles’ if you were a big fierce dog, could
you?”
“Oh, do you think that’s what I might be?”
said our little green pal, having a quick go at
growling (but not succeeding).
“Don’t be stupid”, said
penny Wren, “Us wrens
don’t eat big fierce dogs
for breakfast.
You’re a caterpillar”.
Caterpillar sat down and thought. He seemed to be in a
fix. He was not a big fierce dog and wrens don’t eat
dogs. He was a caterpil-
lar and wrens do eat
them. And here he was,
face to knee
with a wren!
“You wouldn’t eat a caterpillar without a name, would
you?” he asked hopefully.
“Not if you think of one quickly”,
replied Penny.
Fortunately for him, and to make our story longer,
the Man From
The House came
up the path just
then and Penny
flew off in alarm.
Caterpillar sat very still in the shade of a cabbage and thought. A
name suitable for a caterpillar? Rover?... No. Jumbo?.... No.
Dobin?.... No. “How about Napoleon?” he wondered and the more he
thought about it and the more he said it to
himself the more he thought it suited
him.
Napoleon decided that encounters with pompous wrens
made one hungry and set off to find something more to eat.
Before long he discovered a rather splendid looking
cauliflower and
quickly climbed the
stalk.
When he awoke The Man From The
House was walking through the
vegetable patch with a basket
and a large knife.
With one deft movement of the knife, the cauliflower
(and Napoleon) were on the ground only to
be picked up and
placed in the basket.
That was the start of a long journey which took Napoleon
from his birthplace.
He travelled in a van to
a large, bustling,
noisy market and
after a brief rest he was lifted
into a big lorry.
The lorry sped through the night
and daylight found our friend
in a bigger, more bustling, noisier
market.
There were voices shouting and the rattle of
coins; engines and trolleys
added to the din.
Breakfast time arrived and Napoleon was surprised to find that
all the excitement had had no ill effect on his
appetite at all.
While he was munching, he felt himself being lifted again. This time he
was packed onto another van and driven to a shop.
There the crate was
opened and the cauliflower
was put onto a shelf.
It rested there for a while before being taken down and placed inside a
dark bag.
Napoleon just thought that night had
arrived earlier than he’d expected, so he
decided to get down to some serious
eating to make up for the time he
thought he’d lost.
Before he got very far however, he was lifted out of the bag and placed
on a hard, shiny draining board.
lady and a little girl.