ong t, and I am sad every time to see t potful at our evening repasts, for those black jewels are a harbinger of summers end.

    t-eaters among us rejoiced at taste. Eacuring tece only flies,  cra a colony of termites in a rotting log, a party of slugs in ty carcass, and dig in and eat ting creatures rating patiently by a small fire, c of tongue o orious bug-eater, but at least solerate ted rock until t legs tend to stick in your teets, if not roasted first, e your tongue and t on the way down.

    I o t  an occasional bit of protein in t, all of us ook squirrels, moles, mice, fisoo great a o steal from t. Anyt care for t ime. In late summer and early fall, in particular, tribe ogetunate creature roasted on a spit. Nots a rabbit under a starry nig, as Speck o desire.

    Suc in my fourtands above all t. Speck and I rayed from camp, and so topped at an old gray dogwood.

    quot;Climb up test nectar.quot;

    As commanded, I srunk, despite tourned face, eyes agloation.

    quot;Go on,quot; s;Be careful. Dont make t;

    t sting startled me like a pinprick, t I ermined. I could smell t it and could feel it before I sa. s sed red, I fell from to t floor  me itude. e ran from t ted toe til our lips and cuff, tar omaced in t aco pull tingers from my face and  my every  over and kissed my palm.

    quot;You are suc, Aniday.quot; But rayed ning rending the summer sky.