As I sit here on the top of this plant, I feel the wind blow it. I hold on tight so to not fall off of it. Not that I would fall anyways if I lost my grip. All I would have to do is take flight and land again. That's one good thing about being able to fly.
Fly like the wind and soar like a bird. I might not fly that high but these wings get me to where I need to go. From plant to plant where I find my meal.
That means if you see me sitting on top of a plant, I mean it no harm. What I eat is what's harmful to the plant. So, please let me be and finish my meal. Then I will be off again like the wind.
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