"How very, very nice! How warm the sun! How blue the sky! How green the grass! How very, very nice! and all this is mine!"
Rubbing one little leg against the other once more, little Cacinella began to fly. She flew and looked around and rejoiced. Beneath her, the grass was green, and hidden in its bosom, was a crimson flower.
"Little Cacinella, come to me," called the flower.
Cacinella came down to the ground, climbed into the flower and sipped its sweet nectar.
"How kind you are, little flower," said Cacinella, rubbing her mouth with one of her little thin legs.
"Yes, I may be kind, but I cannot walk," complained the flower.
"Still, the world is lovely," said little Cacinella, "and it is all mine, too."
She had hardly finished, when a hairy drone flew down upon the flower with a loud buzz.
"Buzz! Buzz! Who dares to get into my flower? Buzz! Buzz! Who dares to sip my sweet nectar? Buzz! Buzz! Oh, you nasty little Cacinella, get away from here! Buzz! Buzz! Get away or I'll sting you to death."
"I say, what does this mean?" piped little Cacinella. "Everything is mine."