Small Places : Nick L Belardes [84 of 128]

• She never ventured from the silk roads spun by the fatty bagworm spinners. They ate no less than three leafy pies before a hard day's work.
• She didn't even miss her kitchen filled with petals of pita-jingos and banana-leaf tropical bungos-
• -cooked for the most daring of appetites. There, in her roomy kitchen, sat tilted leaf-cakes as high as five bagworm hats,
• and were topped with twirlers and unlit sparklers. It was in those kitchens that made the young bagworms most happy.
• Because everyone knew they grew, and grew, and grew when they ate... They grew so much they slept on bagworm bunkbeds twenty bunks high,
• where all the bagworm children could dream about pies all night. But that was far away in the treetops.
• Mrs. Bigmoth was busily trudging her way through a forest of snakes, bugs and thistles. In fact, she was followed by snails,
• blue specks of bugs and two ancient-looking walking sticks. "Who are you??" she turned around and said.