Margaret Warner Morley

The Insect Folk Margaret Warner Morley

Come, children; come with me. Come to a pond I know of. See how the water shines in the sun. Over there is an old log lying on the edge of the pond. It is covered with green moss, and a green frog is sitting on one end of it. Let us go and sit on the other end. Goop! he says, and?plump! he has jumped into the water. That is too bad, frog; we did not mean to disturb you. How pretty it is here! See the pickerel weed growing out in the water with its arrow-shaped leaves, and its spikes of purple flowers. See, down in the water are little fish, and very likely pollywogs are there too, and lots of queer little things. But who is this darting over the pond? Ah, we know you. You are our queer little, dear little old dragon fly. Look, children; see the dragon flies darting about like flashes of light in every direction. They are having such a good time. Whizz! One flashed right past Mollie's ear.