ing, but he
couldn't. Instead, he fell right back into the snow. He hopped
again, even higher this time, but his wings would not work. They had
been frozen solid during the cold night.

He tried to warm them up by rubbing them together, but it was no
use. The cricket had no choice but to hop all the way home. It took
him days and days to return. By the time he got back, his wings had
almost become unfrozen.

But it is important to know that wings are very special and very
fragile, which is why the greatest care should always be taken
around them. They are not meant to be frozen, and once they are,
they may never be the same again.

So even though the cricket's wings were no longer frozen, they still
could not fly anymore. And ever since then, the cricket stays on the
ground like his friend the ant, and he hops from place to place. And
now the cricket is the fastest and fanciest hopper there is.

At nighttime, you can hear him chirping from rubbing his wings
together to keep warm. But he is doing much more than just that: At
bedtime, the cricket is telling you how warm or cold it is by his
chirping. He chirps faster when it is warm, and he chirps slower
when it is cold. This way you will not make the same mistake that he
did. However, that is only if you decide to listen*.

* Dolbear's Law states that if you count the number of times a
cricket chirps in 15 seconds and add 40, it will give you (roughly)
the temperature in degrees Fahrenheit.

XXXV

WILL YOU WALK MY WIKOSH?

I'm terribly sorry, but if you wouldn't mind,
Could you please feed the mazonias that I must leave behind?

I'll be back in a week from my trip to Mount Poe,
And they cannot come with me, for they shiver in snow.

They're wonderful plants--they won't give you much trouble.
Just give them a drink and a hubble-gum bubble.

And just before bed, sing the mazzaloo song.
But watch out! They get mad if the song is sung wrong.

To anger mazonias is not very wise.
If you're close, they will try to throw dirt in your eyes.

You know that I really do hate to impose,
I just need to make sure my mazonia patch grows.

There are more things to do while you're thinging about.
You could pet the galosh and then let the wug out.

Or just leave them alone, if you aren't in the mood.
But ignoring galoshes and wugs is quite rude.

A galosh that gets petted, grows beautiful hair.
Unpetted galoshes get sad and go bare.

When Wugs are inside th