“Tap, tap, tap!” There it goes again.
The queer little old man looked around.
“Oh, there you are, you little redhead!” he said.
It was Woodpecker. Funny bird! How swiftly he climbs the trunk of the tree!
“Tap, tap, tap!” he knocks with his bill. “Come out from under the bark, you bugs!” he cries. “I want some dinner.”
But the bugs do not always come. So Woodpecker bores a hole in the decayed part of the tree and with his bill goes after them.
Does he get them? Yes, indeed; so quickly does he work that the poor little bugs wouldn’t have time to whistle for help even if they knew how.
“Curious fellow, that!” said the queer little old man. “He is industrious, too.
“He reminds me of the hop-toad that came to one of the gardens last summer.