Pesky Mosquito Meets Fawn and Spot
Pesky Mosquito flew through the dense hardwood forest of Storyland, the warm sunlight filtering through the leafy canopy above. But as the day wore on, the sky grew dark, and a huge storm cloud rolled in, its rumbling thunder making Pesky’s tiny heart race.
“I’ve got to find a spot to hide until the storm passes,” he said to himself, his wings buzzing anxiously.
As he flew over a clearing, he spotted a rustic barn in the distance, its wooden slats weathered to a soft gray. “Maybe I can hide out in it,” he thought, his compound eyes fixed on the barn.
As he approached, he saw a farmer, Mr. Hansen hurrying to get his two cows into the barn.
“This storm is going to be a bad one,” Mr. Hansen called out, his voice urgent. “I need you to get into the barn, and do it now!”
But Fawn, one of the cows, was stubborn.
“We have lots of time,” Fawn said, his large brown eyes uncooperative. “I don’t want to go inside the barn yet.”
Pesky saw an opportunity to help. “Those cows are being stubborn, and that cloud is moving in quickly,” he thought. He flew over to where the two cows were arguing and buzzed in front of their noses.
“Bad mosquito!” cried Fawn, swishing his tail.
But Spot, the other cow, was more cautious.
“I think maybe it might be a good idea for us to get into the barn now,” she said, her voice reasonable.
Finally, both Fawn and Spot went into the barn, and Mr. Hansen saw that Pesky had been the help he needed.
“Thank you so much,” he said gratefully to Pesky, just as the rain poured down from the sky in thick, gray sheets.
Mr. Hansen reached up and gently grabbed Pesky out of the air, being careful not to hurt him.
“What are you doing?” asked Pesky, his tiny body tense.
“I’m taking you inside the barn to keep you safe from the storm,” said Mr. Hansen, his voice kind.
“Oh!” exclaimed Pesky, surprised. “Thank you very much!”
Once inside, Mr. Hansen asked, “Why didn’t you sting Fawn and Spot? Any other mosquito would have.”
Pesky explained, “I’m not like the other mosquitoes. I don’t like being mean, and I don’t feel right about stinging anyone. I’m trying to be kind and helpful.”
Mr. Hansen smiled warmly at Pesky. “You definitely helped me. Spot will normally go into the barn easily, but Fawn is another story. He’s always the hardest to get into the barn. I really appreciate the help.”
Pesky buzzed happily in response, feeling proud of the day’s unexpected achievements.
“If you ever find yourself needing assistance,” continued Mr. Hansen, “remember that you have a friend here.”
Pesky nodded, his wings glistening with tiny droplets that caught the dim light seeping through the wooden slats of the barn wall. With newfound respect between them, both Pesky and Mr. Hansen watched as peace settled over Storyland once more.
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