What! No further? What? It searches everywhere in the wide world for the rest of the grass, which is right under its nose. What! No further? Its back pair of nubby feet clasps the grass stem its front three pairs of nubs rear back and flail in the air. The wretched inchworm hangs from the side of a grassblade and throws its head around from side to side, seeming to wail. Every inchworm I have seen was stuck in long grasses. I often see an inchworm: it is a skinny bright green thing, pale and thin as a vein, an inch long, and apparently totally unfit for life in this world. Inchworms are the caterpillar larvae of several moths or butterflies. "Few sights are so absurd as that of an inchworm leading its dimwit life. Another great example comes from Annie Dillard in The Writing Life again, in jest. Of course Dahl would not imagine the goat actually thought such things, but the example shows our limitation in understanding animals in that we attribute to them our own thoughts and feelings.
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