little bug had a tiny house under a leaf. He had a little blue chair, a little green table, and a little red bed.

One day he went walking up and down a daisy. He had a good time. But when he came home there was a strange bug in his house, a big one with golden eyes. Little Bug said, "What are you doing here?"
Big Bug said, "The door was open, so I came in. I like your things. Your blue chair is very nice. Your green table looks so pretty, and I think I would like to take you litte red bed home with me."
"Oh, please don't," said Little Bug. "I like my little red bed."
"But I like it to, and I can move it so easily; see." Big Bug dragged it across the floor. It made a wee scratchy noise, just like a fingernail on a piece of paper.
"Take my blue chair or my green table," siad Little Bug. "But not my little red bed."
"I don't want your blue chair or your your green table."
"But what would you do with my red bed?"
"Sleep in it and be cozy."
"But you can't sleep in it!"
"Why not?"
"You are too big for my red bed. Your long feet would hang over the end."
"I will try it and see," said Big Bug. So he did, and sure enough, his feet did hang over the end. Little Bug laughed. "Now, you see," he said. "My red bed is the right size for me, but it doesn't fit you. You will not be cozy."
"Well, never mind then," Big Bug told him. "I can sleep on my same old lump of wet mud, or on a slippery-sloppery leaf, or on a hot rock, or a cold stick."
"Why, you have lots of beds!" said Little Bug.
"But they aren't as nice as your red bed. Well, good-by then," said Big Bug.

Little Bug thought his golden eyes looked sad. So he said, "Come some other day, and we will eat two, big drops of honey, on my green table. You can sit in my little blue chair."
"But I can't sit in your lttle blue chair! Don't you remember? Your things don't fit me."
"Well, we'll move my green table out under a lilly. Then we can sit on pebbles, both of us."
"All right," said Big Bug. Then his golden eyes looked bright. He asked, "Why can't we do that now?"
"Oh, all right then," said Little Bug. "We will."

Big Bug helped him move the green table under the lilly. Little Bug got two fine drops of honey; a big one for Big Bug, and another, not quite so big, for himself. The honey was sweet and stickey and delicious. They ate and talked and laughed. Then Big Bug siad, "Well I must go. Thank you for a very nice time."
"Oh, that's all right," siad Little Bug. "Come again some day."

Big Bug went. First he walked, and then he put up his wings and flew. Little Bug watched him.Then he went up the daisy. He felt very happy. He still had all his things in his house; his blue chair, his green table, and best of all, his little red bed. And he had a new friend, too!