And the
snake-feeder was on her side.
"Well, it run along, feelin's gittin' harder and harder, till Ant
Black she jumped up and kitched Ant Red fussin' round her cow pasture
one night, and then the cows began to give bloody milk, and then Ant
Black she give out that Ant Red was a witch.
"Now, these kind of critters, they're as smart as human bein's if
you only knowed it. And that was enough. The katydid, she said she
felt pins and needles in her back whenever Ant Red looked at her; and
the snake-feeders said she shot arries at 'em when they was flyin'
over a craw-fish hole. All the beetles and wood-bugs complained of
bein' hit with witch-bells, and the more Ant Red acted careful the
more they had ag'in her.
"Well, the spider he told her to come into his den and live, and
she'd be safe from hangin', but she wasn't sure in her mind about
that. Even the grasshopper jumped out of her way, and bunged his eyes
out at her; as if she could harm such a great big gray lubber as him!
She was gittin' pretty lonesome when she concluded to try a projic."
"What's a projic?" inquired Robert Day.
"Why, it's a--p'epperation, or--a plan of some kind," explained Zene.
"So she invites Big Ant Black and all her family, and the spider and
all his family, and the beetles and bugs and all their families, and
the snake-feeders and Miss Katydid for young folks, and don't leave
out a neighbor, to an apple-bee right inside the orchard fence.
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