We're Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs, we'll woggle 'til we die --
Hey!"
When the other yellow Wogglebugs finished singing, they all turned to
Dorothy, and said shyly, "Nice to have met you, Dorothy." Then they all
disappeared back into their little mounds. Dorothy turned to her little
Wogglebug friend, but he had disappeared, too. She bent down and tapped
at his little door. The door opened, and the yellow wogglebug's face
appeared.
"I didn't mean to be rude, Dorothy. But I must get recharged. My yellow
is beginning to fade, and I wouldn't want you to see me without my
yellow. I'd just be plain old ordinary brown."
"Oh, that's all right," said Dorothy. "I'd love you just as much -- no
matter what your color. It's you I love, you know."
"I know," said the Wogglebug. "But I wouldn't feel myself without my
yellow color."
"I understand," sighed Dorothy. "Well, it's been a great pleasure
meeting you. I hope to see you again very soon."
"Thank you, Dorothy," said the little creature.
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