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IV TOO MUCH MUSIC It was just beginning to grow light in the east when Chirpy Cricket crawled into his hole in the pasture, after his fiddling with his favorite cousin. TOO MUCH MUSIC IT WAS JUST BEGINNING TO GROW LIGHT IN THE EAST WHEN CHIRPY CRICKET CRAWLED INTO HIS HOLE IN THE PASTURE AFTER HIS FIDLING WITH HIS FAVOURITE COUSIN
 often. The favorite cousin gave Chirpy a strange look in the moonlight. And then he began to fiddle, making no remark whatsoever. He thought there was no use wasting words on a fine, warm night--just the sort of night for a lively _cr-r-r-i! cr-r-r-i! cr-r-r-i!_ Chirpy Cricket lost no time in getting his own fiddle to working. And each of them really believed he was himself making most of the music that was heard in the pasture. Once in a while Chirpy Cricket and his cousin stopped to eat a little grass, or paused to carry a few spears into their holes, because they liked to have something to nibble on in the daytime. But they always returned to their fiddling again; and they never stopped for good until almost morning. But at last Chirpy Cricket announced that he would make no more music that night. "I'll go home now," he said. "I expect to have a good day's rest. And I'll meet you at this same spot to-morrow night for a little fiddling." "I'll be here," his favorite cousin promised.  CHAPTER FOUR OF THE TALE OF CHIRPY CRICKET THIS IS A LIVERPOX RECORDING ALL LIVERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIVERVOX DOT ORG THE TALE OF CHIRPY CRICKET BY ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
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