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Far below the great forest canopy lies a shadowy world that many insects call home. Among the damp clutter of fallen leaves and branches, leaf-cutting ants toil all day while cockroaches await their evening search for food.
One cockroach had looked like all others-until a close call with a hungry toad. In his wild excape from the toad's sticky tongue, he had twisted on of his fine long wings. Since then everyone called him Crickwing.
One cockroach had looked like all others-until a close call with a hungry toad. In his wild excape from the toad's sticky tongue, he had twisted on of his fine long wings. Since then everyone called him Crickwing.
