Thanks, also, for the confirmation of the rivalry of Cicadae.
The Cicadae were singing their evening hymn from the branches overhead, and in due time the fireflies came out in all their glory.
When cicadae, crickets, and frogs unite, their music may be heard at the distance of a quarter of a mile.
Henceforth, less and less of the provision of Cicadae is consumed; on the evening of the following day, it is refused altogether.
How will this living fruit, ripening in the heat beloved of the Cicadae, manage to burst?