Cicada Story
A cicada was proudly singing on the tree.
“I know, I know, I know everything.”
The fox heard it and deliberately praised the cicada, “Mr. Cicada, your singing is so good.”
The cicada said, “I know, I know, I know.”
The fox saw that the cicada was very proud and asked, “Cicada, there might be some things you don’t know, right?”
The cicada was unhappy, “Things I don’t know? Tell me about them.”
The fox said, “Do you know where there’s some bread?”
The cicada said, “I know, go straight ahead, turn a corner, there’s a big paulownia tree, and under it, there’s a paulownia leaf covering a piece of bread.”
The fox said, “You are amazing, not only do you sing well, but you’re also smart. Goodbye.” Actually, under the leaf was the bread that Cicada’s mother had prepared for his lunch.
It started raining, but the cicada was still singing.
A little wolf asked the cicada, “Cicada, you are so brave, standing so high up.”
The cicada said, “That’s nothing, that’s nothing, I’m not afraid at all.”
The little wolf said, “Hey, do you know where there’s an umbrella?”
The cicada said, “I know, I know, go straight ahead, under the third tree in the small woods, there’s a little flower umbrella.”
The little wolf said happily, “Cicada, you like helping others, you are a kind child. Goodbye.”
Under the tree was the umbrella that Cicada’s mother had prepared for him because she was afraid he might get hot or wet and always told him to take the flower umbrella when he went out.
The little wolf, holding the flower umbrella, walked happily in the rain.
It was getting dark, and a centipede got lost.
The centipede said, “Cicada, cicada, you are the best, please tell me the way home.”
The cicada said, “Go straight ahead, don’t look to either side, and you’ll reach your home after walking over a path covered with twelve sycamore leaves.”
The centipede said, “But I’m afraid, do you know where there’s a small lantern?”
The cicada said, “I know, go left, under the big green stone, there’s a big mushroom, and under the mushroom, there’s a small lantern.”
The centipede said, “Cicada is so good. But I have to say goodbye to you.”
The centipede happily carried the lantern and went home.
It was dark, and the stars were twinkling in the sky.
The cicada was cold, hungry, wet, and scared.
The cicada started to cry.
“Mom, mom, where are you? Please come quickly.”
The cicada got tired, sleepy, and groggily fell from the tree.
Cicada’s mother was standing right under the tree, and the cicada fell into her arms.
Cicada’s mother said, “Oh, you child, you are really a handful.”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
