And yet we would not be willing to exchange our arms and hands for wings.
We could not whittle a stick nor write a letter if we had only wings.
In fact we could not do most of the things we now do.
I am glad I have my hands.
We are glad, too, that the dragon flies have their pretty, swift wings.
They have four wings, all nearly the same size and shape, you see, and they are all stiff and shining.
Some dragon flies, like this one we have picked up, always keep their wings spread out.
But over there, standing on the end of that stick, is another kind.
When it rests its wings are folded together.