The Singing Beetle

The Singing Beetle

Poppy the beetle liked to sing. She sang all day. She sang if she was happy. She sang if she was sad. Squeak! Squeal! Screech!

The rest of the beetles didn't like Poppy's singing. They said her singing was squeaky. No one wanted to play with Poppy.

Poppy was sad. She went off into the woods. “Now I can sing as loudly as I want!" she said. She sang so loudly that ...

... she didn't spot Harry, the mouse! Harry was looking for a treat.

Jake, the snake, was looking for a treat, too. “Yummy, a mouse!" he said.