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Title: Mother Nature's little ones
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Fox, Frances Margaret, 1870-
Subjects: Zoology
Publisher: Boston, L. C. Page & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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cilage of herown making. Baby Katydids mother died when the coldweather came, as did all the grown-up katydidsin the world. Only the little fellows in theeggs lived through the winter. As baby Katydid had at least one hundredand fifty brothers and sisters in near-by cradles,he had no reason to feel deserted, even thoughhalf the family were eaten before spring bychickadees and other folks who were alwayshungry. Long after the snow had melted and theearly flowers were in bloom, baby Katydid be-came restless. He was warm and uncomfort-able. The egg-shell was so tight he couldntstir in it. Though the little fellow didnt real-ize it, he had been growing fast through thesunny days and had outgrown his baby clothesand the egg-shell, too. When he could endure his prison no longer,baby Katydid began struggling to get out ofhis shell. He pushed and kicked and squirmed,until at last the egg burst open at the top anddown the side. Even then baby Katydidcouldnt get out without tearing his clothes,
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11 HALF THE FAMILY WERE EATEN BEFORE SPRINGBY CHICKADEES BABY KATYDID AND HOW HE GREW 2J and when he finally walked into the sunshine,his baby clothes, bonnet and all, were leftsticking to the egg-shell. He was pleasedwith the new suit in which he found himselfdressed, oh, wonderfully pleased, — greentrousers and little green blouse — what couldbe nicer? Baby Katydid looked at the tiny egg-shelland then he looked at himself. He was morethan an inch in length, and it did seem strangehow his long, stiff legs and plump little bodycould ever have been folded inside that shell. He began to leap for joy. Then he felthungry and ate the tender young leaves every-where about him. A happy young Katydid was he with noth-ing to do but eat and grow. He wasnt wiseenough to fear his enemies, the birds, andenjoyed every minute of his life. He playedgames with his brothers and sisters on brightsummer days, and the game he liked the bestof all was Jump over the caterpillar —those poor old caterpi

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