Annie was an explorer and explorers never slowed down Her backyard was bustling with beautiful bugs Honeybees wove through a rainbow of flowers as millipedes skittered through shady soil Wherever they went Annie hurried after
She didn't want to miss a thing
One day the young explorer discovered something strange Where did these holes come from
Cicadas made them replied Annie's great grandmother These are special ones They've been waiting seventeen years to come out and sing to each other Seventeen years cried Annie They must be bursting to escape She peeked into a hole ready to greet a singing cicada Nothing happened She tried another Nothing
