New Boston, NH. June 11, 2008.

There is nothing quite as delicious as a fresh, fuzzy moth.

Butterflies are okay, but those long legs and noses stick in my teeth. Ants are too crunchy, worms too squirmy, and spiders bite.

But moths? Deeeeelicious.

What? You don’t want me to eat this one? Why-so-ever not?

Just look at those fuzzy wings full of protein and those little teeny beady eyes stuffed with antioxidants!

Here, I’ll let you have this one. Just open your jaws, stick out your tongue, then roll it back up, quick!

What are you giggling about? Your tongue can’t do that?

Oh dear.

It’s flown away. We scared it.

When I wrote this, I visualized a small bird-sized dragon with a long, frog-like tongue and big eyes talking to the reader of the story, ideally a young child.