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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.