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WHY THE CRICKET CHIRPS

 by Daniel Errico

Before there were seasons, the cricket could fly.

He flew faster than the bumblebee.

He flew higher than the falcon.

And he flew fancier than the flying marmaduck (who was quite a fancy flier).

The cricket had flown all over the world.

He flew to the East.

Then he flew to the West.

And then he flew to the South.

But he had never flown North.

The ant tried to warn him that he should not try.

“It’s very cold up north,” said the Ant. 

“Too cold for an ant and too cold for a cricket.

The cricket, however, did not listen, because crickets do whatever they want.

He set off for the North that very night. It did not take him long to get there because he was such a fantastically fast and fancy flier. 

The cricket landed next to a pine tree as the sun began setting.

There was snow everywhere he looked. 

There was snow on the trees.

There was snow on the ground.

And there was snow on top of the mountains.

The Moose came walking over to him very slowly. 

 “Ohhhh…Hello,” said the moose.

“Bundle up, nighttime is coming.”

The cricket did not listen, because crickets do whatever they want.

He flew up into a pine tree to settle in for a good sleep. He did this quickly because he is such an incredibly fast and fancy flier.

The Owl came flying over to the same branch.

“You should find some shelter from the cold night,” said the owl.

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