The Garden Keeper and the Cricket

I was cleaning my garden bed one day when a lovely bright green cricket had a word or two to me, to say. At first my eyes was full of wonder how could this cricket be talking to me, I was lost in ponder. He looked as though he had been talking with an also concerned looking, speckled tree frog. He looked up at me with his perfect, little peepers. As if he knew I was the garden's keeper. Are you talking to me, I asked? Why yes I am and you have heard me at last. In his hands so very small, he held a tiny, silver leaf that was holding a sip of water he had gathered from the plants that were standing tall. I must talk with you about our water shortage, Since the plants have grown so tall, we don't get any around the garden boarders. Could you please trim them neat, so that all of us who live under them can have a sip of rain that is natures true treat? I could see this concerned them both for the frog's eyes showed he agreed with the story, the cricket told. Well Mr. Cricket lets talk a little bit for I also have a problem with those pesky little nits. They hinder my flower blooms and most surely always leave them to their doom. If you and I can reach an agreement, that you get rid of them from the top to the cement; I will trim the garden so lovely and neat and both of us then can enjoy nature's treats. We both smiled and became working garden friends and both of our troubles came to a beautiful end.