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." 



