No one, except Old Possum, of course, could remember another summer when the nights were quite so full of katydid song.

Baby Hoppy, for one, had never heard any katydids at all, because the nightly concerts always started well after her bedtime. 

So one crescent-moon night, her mama let her stay up very late indeed and the two of them, along with Rabbit (and with Mr. Owl keeping an eye out from overhead), crept quietly to the woods, where they marveled at the katydids’ symphony.

After the concert, Rabbit’s sister carried her sleepy bunny home and tucked her into bed.

(Late July 2024)

Story © Jennifer McClain Singleton / Read+Purr

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