Cricket Creek Bog Itsy Went Up The Water Spout

Itsy began to hop around happily at being called a clever bird. In that time, the worm was wriggling away. "Itsy is clever bird! Itsy most clever!" She nodded her little beak to the coyote, wagging her little tail like she did every so often. It was like a habit that never died now. "Many places! This way, that way!"

Itsy lifted up into the air now. "Hares not enough? Itsy has only seen hares! And larger birds! Birds steal Itsy's worms." Of course she meant such things as herons in the bog. "Grimeye? Coyote name Grimeye?" she asked after, having noticed the coyote had mentioned it before. Itsy started to flitter about, hoping for Grimeye to follow.