In a few hours, little Cacinella learned many things. She learned that
besides the sun, the blue sky and the green grass, there are angry
drones, serious caterpillars, thorns on flowers--all of which made one
sad. Little Cacinella had thought that everything belonged to her and
was especially created for her. Now it hurt her to discover that others
thought that everything had been made especially for them. Something
was wrong.
Little Cacinella flew further and she came to a pool.
"Now, this is surely mine," she piped gaily. "My water. I am so happy.
Here are also grass and flowers."
Then she met other cacinellas.
"Hello, sister," they called.
"Hello, dears. I'm so glad I met you. It was getting very lonely flying
about alone. What are you doing here?"
"We are playing, sister. Come along with us. We are very happy. When
were you born?"
"Just to-day. A drone almost stung me to death and I also met a
caterpillar. I thought everything belonged to me. They said everything
was theirs."
The little cacinellas calmed their guest and invited her to play with
them. Then they swarmed in a thick cloud over the pool, playing tag,
flying and squeaking.
Our little Cacinella was almost overcome with joy and completely forgot
the angry drone and the serious caterpillar.
"Oh how nice," she gurgled with delight. "It's all mine--the sun, the
grass, the water. I cannot understand why the others were so angry. It
is all mine, but I don't interfere with anybody's life. I let them fly
and buzz and be happy. It doesn't bother me."
Little Cacinella played a while and then sat down for a rest among some
reeds. Sitting there, little Cacinella watched the other cacinellas
playing, when suddenly a sparrow flashed by, no one knew whence, and
dropped like a stone among them.
"Oh! Oh!" cried the little cacinellas, scattering in all directions.
When the sparrow flew away, many little cacinellas were missing from
the flock.
"The thief," scolded the older cacinellas. "He ate about fifteen or
more of us."
"That's worse than the drone," thought little Cacinella, and growing
frightened, she hid with the other cacinellas deeper among the reeds.
But there too, they found enemies. Two of them were eaten by a small
fish and two more by a frog.
"What's all this?" wondered little Cacinella. "This is not a bit nice.
It is almost impossible to live. They are perfectly horrid!"
It was a good thing that there were many little cacinellas. Those that
disappeared were hardly missed; many new ones were always coming,
flying about and squeaking, "It's all ours! It's all ours!"
"No, it's not," called our little Cacinella to them. "There are,
besides us, angry drones, serious caterpillars, horrid sparrows, fishes
and frogs. Take care, sisters! Take care!"
When night came, all the little cacinellas hid in the rushes. Stars
sprinkled the sky. The moon rose and reflected everything in the
water.
"My moon, my stars," thought little Cacinella; but she did not dare to
say it aloud. Some one might take them away from her.