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The Cricketary Tales of Jeffrey Jawser
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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
Contact the Author
Tern: Page Three

Brutal was defeated in that fateful battle and died by his own claw. Hoarse turned his back on that battle and crawled away from the war. With creepy thoughts he journeyed to Roam.

Bated in spirit, and with pinions clipped,
Of all the means my father left me stripped,
Want stared me in the face; so then and there
I took to scribbling verse in sheer despair.

And what was sprinkled and spread over all his scribbling? - Grease, Grease, and more Grease!

Grease, Grease, and more Grease!

The bug, who with a soul serene,
Doth cultivate the golden mean,
Escapes alike from all -
The squalor of a sordid cot
And from the jealousies begot
By wealth in lordly hall.

Yes, Hoarse - like so many bugs of genius - sprang from the common insects and was born in "a sordid cot."

Though cradled at a poor ant's hearth
His offspring, I shall not
Go down to mix with common earth
Forgetting and forgot.

I've reared a monument, my own,
More durable than brass,
Yea, kingly pyramids of stone
In height it doth surpass.

Drawing by Arabelle Wheatley