"Perhaps I can lift it," suggested Brighteyes, so she tried, but she couldn't.
"Maybe if you both try together you can," said the June bug.
Well, they both pulled and hauled, but it was of no use. There that turnip was, just as if it was stuck fast in the ground.
"I'm not very strong myself," went on the June bug, "but I'll do my best. Come on, now, all together."
So he took hold, with Buddy and Brighteyes, and he buzzed his wings as hard as they would buzz, and he cracked his legs, and he strained and he tugged and pulled, but, no sir, that turnip wouldn't move the least bit.
"I guess we'll have to leave it here," said Buddy sorrowful-like, "but I did so want to take it home to mamma and papa."
And he looked at the big vegetable as if it would, somehow, move itself.
"I know a way," said the June bug, at length.
"How?" asked Brighteyes.
"Why you and your brother must eat as much of it as you can, and then it will be lighter, and easier to lift, you see. Just gnaw a lot off the turnip, and you can carry it, then."