Then the little girl thanked her new friend for telling her so much about his interesting pets, and promised to come and see him as often as she could.
“Oh, father!” cried Edith, as they walked homeward, “I am almost glad that the naughty little bee stung me this morning, for now I shall have something interesting to tell Tommy.”
THE LITTLE TADPOLE[12]
Katharine Pyle
The brook flows down past the field, around the hill, and through the wood.
There are all sorts of things in the brook: water cress and snails, and little darting fishes, eelgrass and crawfish, and under a stone where the water is cool and deep a little brown lizard used to live.
The lizard was a busy little thing, always anxious about something or other. She told the crawfish when to shed their shells; she showed the snails where to find dead leaves; and she attended to every one else’s business as well as her own.
One day when she was crawling up the stream, she saw a tadpole lying in a sunny shallow, with its nose almost out of the water.