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OUR PARROT. 



be a sand-hopper. They seem very hungry, and no wonder, after 



dancing so hard! 



They will eat anything and everything, — these tiny creatures; 



if you were to drop your handkerchief now, it would be bitten 



to rags in five minutes. 



The lovely Miss Corophium is beating the sand with her long 



feelers, to see if there are any more worms under it. Greedy 



creature ! Can't you be content with 

 what is given you? But look! What 

 is the matter now? Oh! Oh! How 

 dreadful! An enemy is coming. 

 "The Green Crab! The Green 

 Crab! Kun, hop, burrow under 

 ground, for your lives! " Off they 

 all go, helter-skelter, Hopper, Screw, 

 and Corophium. 



The family, and as many guests 

 as they can shelter, disappear under 

 ground into their tiny holes ; the rest 

 Have all escaped? Alas! ]S"o! The 



unfortunate Kroyler's Sand-screw has a lame leg, and cannot go 



as fast as the rest. He is seized by the terrible Green Crab, the 



enemy of his whole race, and gobbled up before our very eyes. 

 The ball is over; come away! Somehow I don't care so much 



about being a sand-hopper now, do you? 



make off wherever they can. 



OUR PARROT. 



Some years ago we had a large green and yellow parrot, which 

 was a great pet with some of the family. Polly had her favorites, 

 and would seem to hate some people and like others, for no reason 

 at all that we could see. 



On rainy days she would show off all she knew. She would sing, 

 cry, and laugh, and call up all the servants one after another. 



