"I'll try," said Winnie.
"Please do," said the Great Green Grasshopper's wife. "There, I knew what would happen. See what you've done."
This is the Field Cricket
The Field Cricket had all but disappeared, and there were only two little black legs sticking out of his hole.
"It's no use your trying to play in there," said the Great Green Grasshopper's wife. "Nobody will hear you at all."
"I can't help it," said the Field Cricket; "my nerves are completely upset."
"See what you've done," said the Great Green Grasshopper's wife again. "It will take him twenty minutes to recover."
And she was quite right. For twenty long minutes they had to wait and look at one another, and even at the end of that time the Field Cricket still seemed very shaken.
"I will do my best now," he said at last, "but I simply must have my head hidden." He had backed out of his hole a little way and lifted up his wing-covers. Every now and then he chirruped softly.