by Lori R. Lopez

“Don’t.  Step.  On.  Bugs.”  Tired of being told what to do and what not to do, the boy punctuated each word by smashing an insect underfoot.  Who cared about bugs?  Only his mother.  Stomping around a corner, Stinky (an unfortunate nickname) came to a startled halt.  Teeming over the entire street was a horde of vengeful creepy crawlers, from tiny ants to very large beetles and dragonflies.  He turned to flee.  They were behind him too!  Up they swarmed, nipping, stinging.  Remarkable how swift they could eat when they worked together.  Who cared about bugs?  Tommy Reilly finally did.

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