Christmas Beetle buzzed around until he found the perfect home in a wild berry tree.
“Bzzzz,” he said, “Fresh, green leaves! Sweet red berries! This is the tree for me.”
At sunrise a little boy came along, hoping to make a wooden whistle.
When he touched the tree, Christmas Beetle shouted: “Buzz off! Buzz off!”“Yikes!” the little boy squeaked and ran away.
At midday, a man walked by wanting some wood to make a fire.
When he touched the tree, Christmas Beetle shouted: “Buzz off! Buzz off!”
“Yow!” the man jumped in surprise and hurried away.
At sunset an old man came up to the tree, hoping to make himself a pipe.
But Christmas Beetle buzzed angrily again: “Buzz off! Buzz off!”
And Grandpa muttered, “Hawu!” and tottered away.
When the moon was bright, Granny came to pick berries.
Christmas Beetle buzzed angrily: “Buzz off! Buzz off!”
But Granny did not shout and she did not run away.
Christmas Beetle was so surprised that he stopped buzzing.
“My little Sara is sick,” Granny said, “These berries will help her to get better.”
When she had filled her basket, Granny said:
“Goodbye Christmas Beetle. Look after our special tree.”
The moon was high. It was time for Christmas Beetle to go to sleep.
Next day, he had to guard the tree: “Buzz off! Buzz off everyone!
Except Granny and Sara..
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