Audio Book - Chirpy Cricket
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The tale of chirpy cricket By Arthur Scott Bailey. Chapter three The Bumble Bee Family The Farmyard was not the first place that chirpy cricket chose for his home before he dug himself a hole under the straw near the barn he had settled in the pasture. Although the cows seemed to think the grass in the pasture belonged to them alone, Chirpy decided that there ought to be enough for him to if he didn't eat too much. He had been living in the pasture some time before he discovered that a very musical family had come to live next door to him. They were known as the Bumble Bees, and there were dozens of them huddled into a whole long since deserted by some woodchucks that had moved to other quarters. Although they were said to be great workers, most of them, the Bumble Bee family found plenty of time to make music. They were very Fonda humming, and in the beginning, chirpy cricket thought there, humming a pleasant sound to hear as he sat in his dark hole during the daytime. They're having a party in there, he said the first time he noticed the droning music no doubt, he added, no doubt there enjoying a dance. The thought made him feel so jolly that if it had only been dark out of doors, he would have left his home and leapt about in the pasture. All that day between naps, chirpy could hear the humming. It's certainly a long party, he exclaimed when he awoke late in the afternoon and heard the Bumble Bee family still making music. But about sunset, the humming stopped and chirpy Cricket couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed because he had hoped to enjoy a dance himself to the Bumble Bees music when he left his home that evening. A little later, he told his favorite cousin about the party that had lasted all day and chirpy said that he supposed the bumble Bees only had one party a year because he understood that most of them were great workers, and he didn't believe they would care to spend a whole day humming very often. The favorite cousin gave chirpy a strange look in the moonlight, and then he began to fiddle, making no remark whatsoever. He thought there was no use wasting words on a fine, warm night. Just the sort of night for a lively KRI kri Cree chirpy cricket lost no time in getting his own fiddle toe working, and each of them really believed he was himself making most of the music that was heard in the pasture. Once in a while, chirpy cricket and his cousin stopped to eat a little grass or pause to carry a few spears into their holes because they like to have something to nibble on in the daytime. But they always return to their fiddling again, and they never stopped for good until almost morning. But at last, Turbie Cricket announced that he would make no more music that night. All go home now, he said. I expect to have a good day's rest and I'll meet you at the same spot to Morrow night or a little fiddling. I'll be here, his favorite cousin promised. End of Chapter three recording by jenny voice dot com End of the tale of chirpy cricket by Arthur Scott Bailey