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The Cricketary Tales of Jeffrey Jawser
Migration: Page Three
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PROLOGUE
The Locusts on Migration
Migration: Page Two
Migration: Page Three
Migration: Page Four
The Poet's Introduction
Intro: Page Two
Intro: Page Three
Intro: Page Four
Intro: Page Five
Intro: Page Six
Intro: Page Seven
Intro: Page Eight
Intro: Page Nine
Intro: Page Ten
Intro: Page Eleven
Intro: Page Twelve
Intro: Page Thirteen
The Bison's Tale
Bison: Page Two
Bison: Page Three
Bison: Page Four
The Serpent's Tale
Serpent: Page Two
Serpent: Page Three
Serpent: Page Four
Serpent: Page Five
The Salmon's Tale
Salmon: Page Two
Salmon: Page Three
A Whale of a Tale
Whale: Page Two
Whale: Page Three
Whale: Page Four
Whale: Page Five
Whale: Page Six
Whale: Page Seven
Whale: Page Eight
Whale: Page Nine
The Hummingbird's Tale
Hummingbird: Page Two
Hummingbird: Page Three
Hummingbird: Page Four
Hummingbird: Page Five
Hummingbird: Page Six
The Tern's Tale
Tern: Page Two
Tern: Page Three
Tern: Page Four
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Mornings found us lined up early, the very first ones ready in that vast multitude to fly off for the day. It isn't easy to be first among one hundred billion. But in our legion of locusts Pagoda and I stood every morning in the vanguard. Claw in claw we would wait for the call: THE FLIGHT IS LEAVING!

The moment we sprang into the air we sprouted poetry. We had discovered a new and upcoming young poet and loved his work so much that all our reading time went to him. We read to each other - out loud even as we winged our way - his 154 Sonnets.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art a lovely locust, temperate..."

(How glorious to sing thus as we soared in the sky - two healthy cultured insects, Pagoda and I.)

"So long as bugs can breath, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

We studied The Rape of Lacewing, and Venus Traps the Fly Adonis. We flew through twenty-two Shakebeard plays. In scorching fields we read, in drenching rains...

Then we leaped to a higher dimension, Pagoda and I. We gathered a company of like-minded arthropods and PRODUCED four Shakebeard plays. How the locusts loved it! The fields were now theaters, and the air was filled with joyful cheeps and chirps.

But lord, what fools these insects be! How quick bright things come to confusion.

At a rest stop in a cornfield (we had just finished lunch) our cast was rehearsing "A Midsummer's Nightmare." Bottam was hiding in some corn tassels, waiting for his cue.

"I'll meet thee, Pyramid, at Nimmy's tomb." Bottam was now to emerge from the corn silk in an ant lion's head.

Instead, pandemonium! A blast, a boom, a ringing and a drumming, a cannonade of unearthly thunder! So fearful and deafening the blare we were instantaneously struck motionless in terror. Only the eyes could move. I saw Pagoda near by, but was she breathing? Was my heart beating?

Beyond our little company of actors posed the multitude - locusts as far as eye could see. And every one as still as death! The horrible clangor intensified brutally, amplifying every moment ten times louder. Extreme dread froze us in horror. Yes, our blood had congealed, turned to ice in our vessels.

But then appeared a sight that drained my cricket green to deathly pale. Monsters! Grotesque hulking enormities! In all my stages and changes of life I had never seen such freaks, so gigantic and revolting.

Gigantic and Revolting

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