"This is our incubator room." Ela whispers.
"Why are we whispering?" You ask.
"To see one...they are shy, and I'm not that good a musician to lure one."
Suddenly you see a small caterpillar creeping on a flower. Ela snatches it away and holds it on her hand.
"Pretty, aren't they?"
"Just read the rules and tell me what colours you like to get one of your own."

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