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<h2>THE DAY WHEN THE GRASS<br/> WAS CUT.</h2>
<p>There came a day when all the meadow
people rushed back and forth, waving
their feelers and talking hurriedly to
each other. The fat old Cricket was
nowhere to be seen. He said that one
of his legs was lame and he thought it
best to stay quietly in his hole. The
young Crickets thought he was afraid.
Perhaps he was, but he said that he
was lame.</p>
<p>All the insects who had holes crawled
into them carrying food. Everybody was
anxious and fussy, and some people were
even cross. It was all because the farmer
and his men had come into the meadow
to cut the grass. They began to work<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102">102</SPAN></span>
on the side nearest the road, but every
step which the Horses took brought the
mower nearer to the people who lived in
the middle of the meadow or down toward
the river.</p>
<p>"I have seen this done before," said
the Garter Snake. "I got away from
the big mower, and hid in the grass by the
trees, or by the stumps where the mower
couldn't come. Then the men came and
cut that grass with their scythes, and I
had to wriggle away over the short, sharp
grass-stubble to my hole. When they
get near me this time, I shall go into my
hole and stay there."</p>
<p>"They are not so bad after all," said
the Tree Frog. "I like them better out-of-doors
than I did in the house. They
saw me out here once and didn't try to
catch me."</p>
<p>A Meadow Mouse came hurrying along.
"I must get home to my babies," she said.
"They will be frightened if I am not there."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_103" id="Page_103">103</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Much good you can do when you are
there!" growled a voice down under her
feet. She was standing over the hole
where the fat old Cricket was with his
lame leg.</p>
<p>The mother Meadow Mouse looked
rather angry for a minute, and then she
answered: "I'm not so very large and
strong, but I can squeak and let the
Horses know where the nest is. Then
they won't step on it. Last year I had
ten or twelve babies there, and one of
the men picked them up and looked at
them and then put them back. I was
so frightened that my fur stood on end
and I shook like June grass in the wind."</p>
<p>"Humph! Too scared to run away,"
said the voice under her feet.</p>
<p>"Mothers don't run away and leave
their children in danger," answered the
Meadow Mouse. "I think it is a great
deal braver to be brave when you are
afraid than it is to be brave when you're<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">104</SPAN></span>
not afraid." She whisked her long tail
and scampered off through the grass.
She did not go the nearest way to her
nest because she thought the Garter
Snake might be watching. She didn't
wish him to know where she lived. She
knew he was fond of young Mice, and
didn't want him to come to see her babies
while she was away. She said he was
not a good friend for young children.</p>
<p>"We don't mind it at all," said the
Mosquitoes from the lower part of the
meadow. "We are unusually hungry today
anyway, and we shall enjoy having
the men come."</p>
<p>"Nothing to make such a fuss over,"
said a Milkweed Butterfly. "Just crawl
into your holes or fly away."</p>
<p>"Sometimes they step on the holes
and close them," said an Ant. "What
would you do if you were in a hole and
it stopped being a hole and was just
earth?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Crawl out, I suppose," answered the
Milkweed Butterfly with a careless flutter.</p>
<p>"Yes," said the Ant, "but I don't see
what there would be to crawl out
through."</p>
<p>The Milkweed Butterfly was already
gone. Butterflies never worry about anything
very long, you know.</p>
<p>"Has anybody seen the Measuring
Worm?" asked the Katydid. "Where
is he?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I'm up a tree," answered a
pleasant voice above their heads, "but I
sha'n't be up a tree very long. I shall
come down when the grass is cut."</p>
<p>"Oh, dear, dear, dear!" cried the Ants,
hurrying around. "We can't think what
we want to do. We don't know what we
ought to do. We can't think and we
don't know, and we don't think that
we ought to!"</p>
<p>"Click!" said a Grasshopper, springing
into the air. "We must hurry, hurry,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">106</SPAN></span>
hurry!" He jumped from a stalk of
pepper-grass to a plantain. "We <i>must</i>
hurry," he said, and he jumped from the
plantain back to the pepper-grass.</p>
<p>Up in the tree where the Measuring
Worm was, some Katydids were sitting
on a branch and singing shrilly: "Did
you ever? Did you ever? Ever? Ever?
Ever? Did you ever?" And this shows
how much excited they were, for they
usually sang only at night.</p>
<p>Then the mower came sweeping down
the field, drawn by the Blind Horse and
the Dappled Gray, and guided by the
farmer himself. The dust rose in clouds
as they passed, the Grasshoppers gave
mighty springs which took them out of
the way, and all the singing and shrilling
stopped until the mower had passed. The
nodding grasses swayed and fell as the
sharp knives slid over the ground. "We
are going to be hay," they said, "and
live in the big barn."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Now we shall grow some more tender
green blades," said the grass roots.</p>
<p>"Fine weather for haying," snorted the
Dappled Gray. "We'll cut all the grass
in this field before noon."</p>
<p>"Good feeling ground to walk on,"
said the Blind Horse, tossing his head
until the harness jingled.</p>
<p>Then the Horses and the farmer and
the mower passed far away, and the
meadow people came together again.</p>
<p>"Well," said the Tree Frog. "That's
over for a while."</p>
<p>The Ants and the Grasshoppers came
back to their old places. "We did just
the right thing," they cried joyfully.
"We got out of the way."</p>
<p>The Measuring Worm and the Katydids
came down from their tree as the
Milkweed Butterfly fluttered past. "The
men left the grass standing around
the Meadow Mouse's nest," said the
Milkweed Butterfly, "and the Cows up<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</SPAN></span>
by the barn are telling how glad they
will be to have the hay when the cold
weather comes."</p>
<p>"Grass must grow and hay be cut,"
said the wise old Tree Frog, "and when
the time comes we always know what to
do. Puk-rup! Puk-r-r-rup!"</p>
<p>"I think," said the fat old Cricket, as
he crawled out of his hole, "that my
lame leg is well enough to use. There
is nothing like rest for a lame leg."</p>
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