
But, as little ladybugs everywhere soon learn, nothing stays the same forever. It starts with perhaps a glimpse of something out of the corner of the eyes. Or, maybe, it is just a shadow from something that flew over head. Something, unknown, is about.
Little ladybugs begin to run for cover. Some fly away, fly away home. Which brings me to little Anne! Little Anne, my littlest ladybug. There she is, under the frying pan.
I, too, must fly away. The shadow has crossed my path again.
0 comments:
Post a Comment