Friend Cicada
Whir-r-r-r-rrrrr!!
May says she wishes that locust would keep quiet. It makes her warmer than ever to hear him carrying on so this hot day.
John says it is the weather that is warm, not the song of the locust.
And yet, locusts generally sing during the hottest part of the summer, so that we have learned to associate them with warm weather.
Since we must listen to its shrill out-cry, I wish we could also see it.
Ah, that is a wish soon gratified! Here comes one out of John's pocket.
John says it is not a locust.