WHY THE CRICKET
CHIRPS
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Before there were seasons, the cricket could
fly.
He flew faster than the bumblebee.
He flew higher than the falcon.
And he flew fancier than the flying
marmaduck (who was quite a fancy flier).
The cricket had flown all over the world.
He flew to the East.
Then he flew to the West.
And then he flew to the South.
But he had never flown North.
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The ant tried to warn him that he should not
try.
“It’s very cold up north,” said the Ant.
“Too cold for an ant and too cold for a cricket.”
The cricket, however, did not listen, because
crickets do whatever they want.
He set off for the North that very night. It did
not take him long to get there because he was
such a fantastically fast and fancy flier.
The cricket landed next to a pine tree as the
sun began setting.
There was snow everywhere he looked.
There was snow on the trees.
There was snow on the ground.
And there was snow on top of the mountains.
The Moose came walking over to him very
slowly.
“Ohhhh…Hello,” said the moose.
“Bundle up, nighttime is coming.”
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The cricket did not listen, because crickets do
whatever they want.
He flew up into a pine tree to settle in for a
good sleep. He did this quickly because he is
such an incredibly fast and fancy flier.
The Owl came flying over to the same branch.
“You should find some shelter from the cold
night,” said the owl.
The cricket did not listen, because crickets do
whatever they want.
He decided to rest on a pile of twigs. He was
sleepier than he had ever been, from all the
remarkably fast and fancy flying.
The cricket slept all through the night until
morning.
When he woke up he was ready to go home
and tell the ant about his trip.
He hopped high in the air to start flying, but
he couldn’t. Instead he fell right back into the
snow. He hopped again, even higher this time,
but his wings would not work. They had
frozen solid during the cold night.
He tried to warm them up by rubbing them
together but it was no use.
The cricket had to hop all the way home. It
took him days and days to return.
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By the time he got back, his wings had almost
become unfrozen.
When he rubbed them together this time, they
made a chirping noise that no one in the forest
had ever heard before. And every time he
rubbed his wings together they chirped a little
bit louder and got a little less frozen.
But it is important to know, dear reader, that
wings are special and fragile things. This is
why the greatest care should always be taken
around them. They are not meant to be frozen,
and once they are, they may never be the same
again.
Even though the cricket’s wings were no
longer frozen, he still could not fly. And ever
since then the cricket stays on the ground like
his friend the ant, and hops from place to
place. And now the cricket is the fastest and
fanciest hopper there is.
At nighttime, you can hear him chirping, from
rubbing his wings together to keep warm.
But he is doing much more than just that…
The cricket is telling you how warm or cold it
is by chirping. He chirps faster when it is
warm, and slower when it is cold. This way,
you will not make the same mistake that he
did. However, that is only if you decide to
listen…
*Dolbear’s Law states that if you count the
number of time a cricket chirps in 15 seconds,
and add 40, it will give you (roughly) the
temperature in degrees Fahrenheit.
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