THE VERY QUIET CRICKET | BOOK | KIDS READING WITH ENGLISH SUBTITLES


The Very Quiet Cricket by Eric Carle (MUSIC) There are four thousand different kinds of crickets. Some live underground, others above. Some live in shrubs or trees, and some even
live in water. Both male and female crickets can hear, but only the male can make a sound. By rubbing his wings together he chirps. Some people say that it sounds like a song! 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 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.

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