The tree was covered with a grey web. Most of the leaves had been eaten by caterpillers. A colony of them had formed a grey sack like object. There must have been a few hundred caterpillers in the web. They had made a good job of killing off the tree.
A bird came and picked them off the web one by one. It flew back to its nest to feed its young.
Everything has a time to die, and there is a purpose for everything under heaven.
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