"I'm not afraid of him," Freddie Firefly boasted. "He won't touch me. He's a-scared of my light." And then Freddie Firefly flitted away.
He found Solomon Owl easily enough. He had heard Solomon's Wha-wha, whoo-ah! booming from the edge of the woods. And he soon persuaded Solomon to fly down into the meadow.
Solomon Owl sailed above the waving grass, while Freddie Firefly spoke to Jennie Junebug.
She liked his scheme. She thought it would be a great joke to bump into solemn Solomon Owl. And for once she forgot to fling herself against Freddie Firefly.
Only a little while later she struck Solomon Owl with an awful thud. To her huge surprise she fell headlong, while he merely paused in his low flight.
"Who struck me?" he bawled.
"Jennie Junebug!" said Freddie Firefly.
"Where is she now?" Solomon hooted. "If I find her I'll fix her."
Jennie Junebug heard everything he said. She was lying hidden in the grass near-by. And she wouldn't have come out for anything.
"I'll keep an eye out for her," Solomon Owl announced. "I come to the meadow often, a-mousing."