BAKER THE STORY TOLD BY HOP HIGH 393 



Of course I was Rowing bigger daily and, at last, my coat 

 became very tight and uncomfortable. So I took it off. This is 

 the way I managed. 



I sat down with my back humped, my head bent down, and 

 my feet drawn imder my body. My skin had already begun to 

 split across my breast and down my back. 



Then I puffed out my body and used my lips and front feet to 

 pull the skin over my head. Next I rubbed my hind legs against 

 my body until they were free. Lastly I stripped the skin off 

 my throat and front feet. All this skin I swallowed and it was 

 a big mouthful. 



But didn't I feel proud of my new suit? It was so handsome 

 and so comfortable. Now, as I grow larger, I am obliged to have 

 new clothes every few weeks. 



I stayed in the garden all summer but, as cool weather approach- 

 ed, I burrowed backwards into the ground and slept snug and warm 

 all winter. I didn't wake again until spring. And here I am 

 ready to eat all creatures which harm flowers and fruits and vegeta- 

 bles. For anything, from a gypsy moth to a spiny caterpillar 

 or a long wriggly earthworm tastes delicious tome, little Hop High. 



Notice 



The publishers are glad to advise readers that the congestion at the press 

 is practically cleaned up and we can soon look for The Review to appear 

 on time. The January and February Numbers will be mailed about the 

 tenth. 



