Late one night, a cold breeze passed through the meadow. Tiny moths began to panic.
“We hear voices!” they cried. “Soft whispers riding the wind. Someone’s calling us by name!”
Glint shivered. “Ghosts?!”
Dracula Bugs tilted his head. “Insects don’t have ghosts, only legends. Let’s listen carefully.”
They perched near the whispering grove. Sure enough, the wind whistled through the tall grass, forming eerie sounds…
Mrrr… Zzzzila… Frraaa…
Suddenly, Glint gasped. “Those are the names of the moths!”
Dracula Bugs squinted. Hidden among the reeds were katydids — mimicking names with near-perfect tones.
“They learned the moths’ names during the day, and now they’re mimicking them at night. A trick to lure them out.”
The moths blinked in shock.
“We thought they were our friends!”
Dracula Bugs nodded solemnly. “Some predators use flattery. Don’t be fooled by pretty sounds in the dark.”
🧠 MINI QUIZ!
1. What did the moths hear at night?
A) Owl hoots
B) Wind whistling names
C) Crickets chirping
D) Thunder
2. Who was making the whispering sounds?
A) Glint
B) Other moths
C) Katydids
D) Humans