You notice that the caterpillar is shrinking, it's back is arched and it's tiny feet are waving madly as it's skin turns a light gray and the hairs have disappeared from it's body. Then the baby caterpillar pained as it was being enclosed in tiny egg.
You look away from this horrible sight to stare down at your watch. You give out an audible gasp, you see that the hands are moving backward so fast that they are a blur.
Just then a muffled squawk tears your eyes away from your watch and you look for where it came from. You see a bluebird with a look of blind panic in his eyes, flying toward it's nest in a huge oak tree. You've always loved birds. Just then the bluebird's feathers start falling out, being replaced by new ones, gray ones, that are thick and fluffy. The bluebird, all of the sudden, starts shrinking and it's beak shortens and it's wings do as well. It couldn't fly, it had unlearned how, and it started falling.
You run forward to try and catch the baby bluebird before it hits the ground. And it falls lightly into your outstretched palm. It looks up at you with a look that clearly said "Thank you," But then the tiny bird gave a tiny squeak as though of surprise before it's feathers had become damp and unruffled and it was enclosed, like the caterpillar in a small egg.
You reach up, with your hand shaking, and try to put the blue-speckled egg beck in it's nest. When suddenly...