10 EYE SPY 
turning to appetite ! Too soon, too soon I found 
myself getting drowsy again, and, I can only re- 
member awakening from a queer dream, to find 
even my six tiny legs gone, and, what is worse, my 
mouth also. While wondering and hoping that 
this was but a troubled vision, I was plunged into 
sleep again, and dreamed that I was locked up in 
a mummy-case for over a week. And now comes 
the end, the cycle of my story. From this night- 
mare mummy-case I finally awoke awoke, and 
emerged as you now see me. Do you wonder 
that I have had the blues ever since at the memo- 
ry of those honeyed days, now forever fled ? In- 
stead of sporting aloft in airy skyward flights, 
I am now a miserable groundling. Instead of 
sweet, fragrant bread of flowers, I am now forced 
to break my fast on acrid buttercup leaves. But 
I shall live again, with joys several hundred times 
multiplied, live again in my children, for whose 
jolly time in the autumn I shall soon lay my 
plans golden promises here in the ground be- 
neath the buttercup leaves, close to a burrow 
where lives a burly bumblebee. 
" But I have not told you all of my history, and 
will leave you to fill in the blank spaces, even as 
some of the scientists have to do." 
