Mr Fly And Mrs Mosquito

: Keep-well Stories For Little Folks

One day in the summer, Mr. Fly and Mrs. Mosquito stopped to rest on the

window pane of a house in the country.






Mr. Fly, after sitting for some time rubbing his nose with his front

feet, looked up and said, "Good morning."



"Mr. Fly," replied Mrs. Mosquito, "I do not believe that we have met

before."



"No," said Mr. Fly, "but I am glad to meet you to-day. I ha
e long

wanted to do so. May I ask where you live?"



"Ah me, Mr. Fly," replied Mrs. Mosquito, "I have been having a rather

hard time lately. You have heard of my family, and know that with a

number of brothers and sisters, I was hatched in a small pond near the

meadow. Life went well with us for a while. But one afternoon I heard

footsteps coming nearer and nearer. I could not understand what

terrible beast was coming down to the pond to drink. I shivered with

fear and darted as fast as I could to the bottom of the pond. However, I

soon had to come to the top again to get a good breath, as I thought I

was going to suffocate. Dearie me, why cannot we get air at the bottom

of the pond as well as at the top.



"My heart was beating with fear as I still heard the footsteps, and

presently I could hear voices. A voice said, 'Where are all the members

of this brigade?' What could it mean? What is a brigade? Someone cried

out, 'Here we come to give him the oil.' Looking up I saw a number of

girls and boys, 'The Mosquito Brigade,' they called themselves. They

laughed and talked as if they were a gay crowd. One said, 'Here they

are,' and then said, 'This will get them.'



"I wondered what in the world they could mean. I soon learned what they

were about.



"I smelled a terrible odor, and peeping out from the mud (at the bottom

of the pond in which I was hiding), I saw something thick and terrible

coming down like rain in the pond.



"I ran through the mud to the far end of the pond and hid. Oh, how that

stuff did smell! I thought it would surely smother me.



"I stayed in the mud until the next day. I did not dare peep out. When I

did look out nothing could I see on the bottom of the pond but my dead

brothers and sisters. They had not been as quick as I and had been

smothered by that dreadful stuff. Ah me! I had scarcely strength enough

to live. Life seemed very hard.



"The next thing I remember I was sailing down the pond in a canoe Mother

Nature built for me. It was just large enough to be perfectly

comfortable. I slept the greater part of the time I was in the little

canoe. I stayed in there several days and many times old Father Wind

sent a breeze that nearly upset my little craft. I grew some wings

finally and flew away from that awful pond. I hope that I can always

escape that 'Mosquito Brigade' and that deadly oil. I shall be very busy

for a while and may yet have my revenge, if I can poison some member of

it with malaria germs.



"I have finished my story. Pray, tell me of yourself, Mr. Fly, you look

very happy." "Well," said the fly, "I was hatched in the corner of a

stable where it was damp and warm. I stayed in an egg one day. Then I

was a white crawling thing for nine days. I ate all this time. At the

end of that time I slept a while and then I was grown. I can't tell you

how big I felt the day I first stretched my wings for flight.



"Just listen to what I have done since that happy day. I have crawled

over a person who had small-pox and got some germs which I carried to a

girl across the street. I went into a house and sat on a bed in which a

little girl was lying. The doctor came in and after staying there a

while he said, 'Typhoid fever.' I was sorry for the little child with

her red swollen face. I left her and walked on the bed. I knew that my

feet were loaded with germs when I flew out. Off I went to the country.



"The first home I passed, a little tot of a boy, sitting on the step,

was eating milk and mush out of a bowl. When he took the spoon from his

mouth I got into it and sucked all the milk I could get. I left him the

germs that I had been carrying. This was a pretty good day's work, don't

you think? The next morning I flew away to the next house, but dear me,

I found that a fly would have to carry his own rations there.



"This was a new thing to me. I met one of my friends who told me that it

would be just as well for me to travel on. The folks who lived in this

house had been going to the lectures of the Health Doctor. The doctor

had told them to clean up the stable, to screen the house, and to cover

the well. I tell you, Mrs. Mosquito, that man is trying to put me out of

business. I fear that I shall have a hard time in the future if he stays

in this neighborhood. I am not as happy as I once was, so I will say

good-bye."



"Good-bye, friend Fly," said Mrs. Mosquito, "I am glad we met near our

old home."





QUESTIONS



1. Where did the mosquito meet the fly?



2. What did the mosquito carry?



3. What did the fly do to the man who had

small-pox?



4. Why could not the fly get in the house in the

country?



5. What was the Health Doctor teaching the people

in the country?



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