This
is the story of the inchworm who wasn’t.
Wasn’t
what? An inch. For this inchworm was only a centimeter
in length.
When
his fellow inchworms measured their heights, our little friend was only
thirty-nine hundredths of their size.
The runt of the lot, the small one of the brood, but still large of
heart.
Nevertheless,
he was shunned from the group of inchworms, for they practically spoke a
different language. On a hot,
humid day, the inchworms would exclaim, “Oh my, it must be nearly ninety
degrees outside!” But the
centimeter worm confusedly replied, “I insist it’s only thirty-two.”
The
other moth juveniles measured the distance from leaf to leaf in twelves,
threes, and five thousand two hundred eighties. On the other side of the plant the not-an-inch inchworm
counted distances only in standard, plain, boring tens. When they inched along to traverse
leaves, the centimeter-long insect just didn’t know what to do.
If
the inchworms were working out, lifting weights in the insect gym, the larger
larvae would bench press one hundred twenty pounds. But the miniscule insect could only lift fifty-four and
forty-three hundredths.
The
centimeter-long inchworm was morose, dejected by his seemingly lacking
numbers. That is, until one day,
when a wise, ancient moth fluttered up to him as the young one sat alone on a
twig.
“What
seems to be the matter?”
“I’m
the only inchworm who isn’t even an inch.
All the other inchworms laugh at me because we don’t count the same
way.”
“Ho ho ho,” chuckled the gregarious
moth. “I see what your problem
is.”
“You do?”
“Of course. When they talk in Fahrenheit, you
counter in Celsius. When they walk
in feet, you translate it to meters.
When they boast of high pounds, you speak of kilograms.”
“But what does that all mean?”
“You’ve been using the same numbers
as your friends the whole time.
You just have a different name for your measurements.”
“It still doesn’t change the fact
that I’m small.”
“I counter that it’s all relative. When everyone else is almost an inch
long, you should be proud that you’re a full centimeter.”
With this heartening advice and new
perspective, the smaller inchworm proudly centimetered off to join the
others. He wore a wide grin on his
face, for he now knew who he was.
He was a metric inchworm.
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