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 The  Of Life
 
 One day, the caterpillar asked the snail, “Mr. Snail, you know many things. Could you tell me, what kind of  is the shape of life?”
 
 The snail nodded, and answered: “Well, Mr. Caterpillar, I think  maybe life is red, like a ripe tomato.”
 
  caterpillar laughed happily and said, “No, Mr. Snail! I didn’t ask about the color of life! I asked you about the shape!”
 
 The snail nodded, and pondered. And then he answered, “Well, Mr. Caterpillar,  think that maybe it has a sweet scent, like a pot of honey.”
 
 The caterpillar let out a disappointed sigh and said, “No, Mr. Snail! I didn’t ask about the scent of life! I  you about the shape!”
 
 The snail nodded, and pondered, and thought some more.  then, he answered, “Well, Mr. Caterpillar, I think that maybe it murmurs, like a babbling brook.”
 
 The caterpillar finally broke down into sorrowful tears, shook his head, and said, “No, Mr. Snail! I  ask about the sound of life! I asked you about the shape!”
 
 The snail nodded, and pondered, and at long last he finally answered,  Mr. Caterpillar, I think that maybe, it has a sharp, sweet flavor, like a juicy cherry.”
 
 Losing his patience, the caterpillar grew very angry, and said, “If you don’t want to answer me, then fine! I’m not going to ask you any more, Mr. Snail! Good-bye!” And with that,  caterpillar turned around and went home.
 
 When he was gone, the snail nodded and said, “Oh, Mr. Caterpillar. You already knew the answer. Happiness, disappointment, sorrow, anger. These  the sights, smells, sounds, and tastes. Life can take on many different shapes.”