Moth Time

In a little old forest there was a little old moth who loved to bite or he loved to love. Because of this, he went outside and he started to sing but an owl caught him before he could even get his voice near: "So Screech - Why are you doing this to me?" "Because you can't sing on this day You have to sing tomorrow" And the moth walked home as sad as he could be. Then a little mohawk said: "Don't worry I have a special treat for you" and when he looked at the treat he became better. The end. Ava (PS - this is Mama's note - Funny how everything gets better with a treat... Quite remarkably like the writer of this lovely poem... :) )