TWINKLE MEETS PRINCE NIMBLE
"Oh, no, you're not," piped a small, sweet voice. "I'm here, and I know much more than the Rolling Stone does."
Twinkle looked this way and then that, very carefully, in order to see who had spoken, and at last she discovered a pretty grasshopper perched upon a long blade of grass nearby.
"Did I hear you speak?" she inquired.
"Yes," replied the grasshopper. "I'm Prince Nimble, the hoppiest hopper in Hoptown."
"Where is that?" asked the child.
"Why, Hoptown is near the bottom of the gulch, in that thick patch of grass you see yonder. It's on your way home, so I'd be pleased to have you visit it."
"Won't I step on some of you?" she asked.
"Not if you are careful," replied Prince Nimble. "Grasshoppers don't often get stepped on. We're pretty active, you know."