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Description: 

The Very Quiet Cricket is about a young cricket who finally finds his voice.

 

Transcription: 

One warm day, from a tiny egg a little cricket was born.

"Welcome!" chirped a big cricket, rubbing his wings together. 

The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together. 

But nothing happened. Not a sound.

 

"Good morning!" whizzed a locust,

spinning through the air. The little cricket wanted to answer, 

so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound.

"Hello!" whispered a praying mantis, scraping its huge front legs together.

The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together. 

But nothing happened. Not a sound.

 

"Good day!" crunched a worm,

munching its way out of an apple. The little cricket wanted to answer, 

so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound.

"Hi!" bubbled a spittlebug, slurping in a sea of froth. 

The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together.

But nothing happened. Not a sound.

 

"Good afternoon!" screeched a cicada, 

clinging to a branch of a tree. The little cricket wanted to answer, 

so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound.

"How are you?" hummed a bumblebee, flying from flower to flower.

The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together.

But nothing happened. Not a sound.

 

"Good evening!" whirred a dragonfly,

gliding above the water. The little cricket wanted to answer, 

so he rubbed his wings together. But nothing happened. Not a sound. 

 

"Good night!" buzzed the mosquitoes, dancing among the stars. 

The little cricket wanted to answer, so he rubbed his wings together.

But nothing happened. Not a sound.

 

A luna moth sailed quietly through the night.

And the cricket enjoyed the stillness. 

 

As the luna moth disappeared silently into the distance, the cricket saw another cricket. She, too, was a very quiet cricket. 

Then he rubbed his wings together one more time. And this time¡¦

he chirped the most beautiful sound that she had ever heard. 

 

Questions: 

1. What can't the little cricket do? 

2. Enumerate the insects that greeted the little cricket?

3. Narrate how the little cricket finally finds his voice.

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