The little caterpillar, high up in the tree, is shaving her delicate fuzz and yawning, not quite awake yet. Suddenly, a bird droppings falls down and nearly hits the little caterpillar, splashing quite close to her branch, and the razor slips, oh no, from her hand. It's gone in an instant. "Hello, caterpillar! What happened?" ask the millipede, snail, woodpecker, and spider as the little caterpillar hurriedly crawls past them. "Oh, my razor has disappeared, say, have you perhaps found it?" Her tree neighbors haven't found it, only noticed that something flew by and disturbed the millipede while tying its shoelaces, the snail while painting its shell, and the woodpecker while carving wood. And the spider has a big hole in its web. From way down below, from the roots, comes a buzzing sound, and the caterpillar turns around searching...