| Among the Meadow People|
|by Clara Dillingham Pierson|
|Delightful stories of field life for young children, relating incidents in the lives of birds, insects, and other small creatures who make the meadow their home. Each chapter features the story of one animal in its daily activities and interactions with the other animals inhabiting the meadow. Ages 5-7 |
 ONE morning early in June, a fat and shining May Beetle lay
on his back among the grasses, kicking his six legs in the
air, and wriggling around while he tried to catch hold of a
grass-blade by which to pull himself up. Now, Beetles do not
like to lie on their backs in the sunshine, and this one was
hot and tired from his long struggle. Beside that, he was
very cross because he was late in getting his breakfast, so
 did at last get right side up, and saw a brown and
black Caterpillar watching him, he grew very ill-mannered,
and said some things of which he should have been ashamed.
"Oh, yes," he said, "you are quick enough to laugh when you
think somebody else is in a fix. I often lie on my back and
kick, just for fun." (Which was not true, but when Beetles
are cross they are not always truthful.)
"Excuse me," said the Caterpillar, "I did not mean to hurt
your feelings. If I smiled, it was because I remembered
being in the same plight myself yesterday, and what a time I
had smoothing my fur afterwards. Now, you won't have to
smooth your fur, will you?" she asked pleasantly.
"No, I'm thankful to say I haven't any fur to smooth,"
snapped the Beetle. "I am not one of the crawling, furry
kind. My family wear dark brown, glossy coats,
 and we always
look trim and clean. When we want to hurry, we fly; and when
tired of flying, we walk or run. We have two kinds of wings.
We have a pair of dainty, soft ones, that carry us through
the air, and then we have a pair of stiff ones to cover over
the soft wings when we come down to the earth again. We are
the finest family in the meadow."
"I have often heard of you," said the Caterpillar, "and am
very glad to become acquainted."
"Well," answered the Beetle, "I am willing to speak to you,
of course, but we can never be at all friendly. A May
Beetle, indeed, in company with a Caterpillar! I choose my
friends among the Moths, Butterflies, and Dragon-flies,—in
fact, I move in the upper circles."
"Upper circles, indeed!" said a croaking voice beside him,
which made the Beetle jump, "I have hopped over your head
for two or three years, when you
 were nothing but a fat,
white worm. You'd better not put on airs. The fine family of
May Beetles were all worms once, and they had to live in the
earth and eat roots, while the Caterpillars were in the
sunshine over their heads, dining on tender green leaves and
The May Beetle began to look very uncomfortable, and
squirmed as though he wanted to get away, but the Tree Frog,
for it was the Tree Frog, went on: "As for your not liking
Caterpillars, they don't stay Caterpillars. Your new
acquaintance up there will come out with wings one of these
days, and you will be glad enough to know him." And the Tree
Frog hopped away.
The May Beetle scraped his head with his right front leg,
and then said to the Caterpillar, who was nibbling away at
the milkweed: "You know, I wasn't really in earnest about
our not being friends. I
 shall be very glad to know you, and
all your family."
"Thank you," answered the Caterpillar, "thank you very much,
but I have been thinking it over myself, and I feel that I
really could not be friendly with a May Beetle. Of course, I
don't mind speaking to you once in a while, when I am
eating, and getting ready to spin my cocoon. After that it
will be different. You see, then I shall belong to one of
the finest families in the meadow, the Milkweed Butterflies.
We shall eat nothing but honey, and dress in soft orange and
black velvet. We shall not blunder and bump around when we
fly. We shall enjoy visiting with the Dragon-flies and
Moths. I shall not forget you altogether, I dare say, but I
shall feel it my duty to move in the upper circles, where I
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