IN a few hours, little Cacinella learned many things. She learned that besides the sun, the blue sky and the green grass, there are angry drones, serious caterpillars, thorns on flowers—all of which made one sad. Little Cacinella had thought that everything belonged to her and was especially created for her. Now it hurt her to discover that others thought that everything had been made especially for them. Something was wrong.
Little Cacinella flew further and she came to a pool.
"Now, this is surely mine," she piped gaily. "My water. I am so happy. Here are also grass and flowers."
Then she met other cacinellas.
"Hello, dears. I'm so glad I met you. It was getting very lonely flying about alone. What are you doing here?"
"We are playing, sister. Come along with us. We are very happy. When were you born?"
"Just to-day. A drone almost stung me to death and I also met a caterpillar. I thought everything belonged to me. They said everything was theirs."
The little cacinellas calmed their guest and invited her to play with them. Then they swarmed in a thick cloud over the pool, playing tag, flying and squeaking.
Our little Cacinella was almost overcome with joy and completely forgot the angry drone and the serious caterpillar.