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A storm had come from off the bay
and swept his mom and dad away. The wind was strong, the light was dim; his feet were clinging to a limb. Mosquito families came along and heard the hummer's sorrowed song. They helped the one all weak and wild then chose adoption for the child. They took him to a picnic place; a park with every kind of face. They showed him tasty things to eat; the humans were a favorite treat. As he began to hover there, the frightened folks leapt in the air. He nibbled some but didn't bite; it tasted strange and wasn't right. The days went by, but soon he found his parents sweet and tender sound. His mom gave him a warm embrace; Dad wiped the tears from off his face. He lived a life of flowered scenes with nectar plants of reds and greens. Though wings of strength and spirit strong, his folks detected something wrong. They wondered why he loved the park, and why he'd sneak out after dark?
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