Page 9 - Theft on the Apennines

The moth now begs with a

nervous feeling,

"Please, do say something,

something relieving."

"My Lady Hawkmoth, your

job is awesome:

carrying the pollen from

bloom to blossom.

Without your help, there

would be no seed

Please, take my nectar to

fulfill your need.

What can I say now? There

was such confusion,

there’s only one thing I can

say in conclusion... 7