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And then everybody had to begin guessing all over again; for rain drops were sure to trickle into an underground house during a warm spell. "You're going to live in a pumpkin!" cried Buster Bumblebee. And all the neighbors even Mrs. Ladybug laughed when they heard that.
The clover and the bee are inseparable counterparts, and the plant refuses to become reconciled to the separation. Upon the introduction and naturalization of the American bumblebee, however, the transported clover became reconciled to its new habitat, and now flourishes in fruition as well as bloom. Botany and entomology must henceforth go hand-in-hand.
Bug himself and learn the truth from him." MRS. LADYBUG was determined to know the truth about Mr. P. Bug, the newcomer. And as soon as she had fully recovered from the rude blow that Peppery Polly Bumblebee dealt her, she set out for Farmer Green's garden and the potato patch. For some time Mrs. Ladybug flew back and forth above the potato vines.
He had been living in the pasture some time before he discovered that a very musical family had come to live next door to him. They were known as the Bumblebees; and there were dozens of them huddled into a hole long since deserted by some Woodchucks that had moved to other quarters. Although they were said to be great workers most of them! the Bumblebee family found plenty of time to make music.
As he went from place to place inviting his friends to come to the torchlight procession that night, he found that a good many felt as Buster Bumblebee did. They declined to break their life-long rule of going early to bed. But there were others, such as Mr.
And now, while he was nibbling at Farmer Green's lettuce, he had chanced to glance up and spy Buster Bumblebee, who was buzzing about the tall hollyhocks, which made a sort of hedge where the flower and the vegetable garden met. "A raising bee!" Buster Bumblebee exclaimed, when he heard Jimmy Rabbit's bit of news.
The grubs of the bumblebee fly roam about the test-tube without touching the live tidbit. The most that they do is to put their mouths for a moment to the morsel; then they take it away again, not caring for the dish. They want something different: a wounded, a dying grub; a corpse dissolving into sanies.
And yet for the short while that we be upward and aloft Lord, how lusty and how proud we be, buzzing above busily, as a bumblebee flieth about in summer, never aware that she shall die in winter! And so fare many of us, God help us.
Then Buster Bumblebee made one of his blundering speeches. "It was a short winter, anyhow," he said. Mrs. Ladybug's neighbors couldn't help tittering. And somehow their amusement stung her into telling the truth about the whole affair, right then and there. "Mrs. Green and I didn't get on well together," she confessed. MRS. LADYBUG spoke at last.
I have repeatedly found honey-bees dead beneath the plants, and my cabinet shows a specimen of a large bumblebee which had succumbed to its pollen burden, its feet, and even the hairs upon its body, being fringed deep with the tiny clubs one of the many specimens which I have discovered as the "grist in the mill" of that wise spider which usually spreads his catch-all beneath the milkweeds.
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