"Buzz, buzz, buzz! I'll go seek it," hummed Busy Bee. "I will find
your golden comb, have no fear."

So she looked and she looked and she looked, but no comb could she find.

Just then along came Fleet-footed Field Mouse.

"Oh, do help me, Fleet-footed Field Mouse!" sobbed Lesa. "I have lost
my comb, my golden comb. What shall I do? My mother will fret, my
father will scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely
come to me if I do not find it."

"Eep, eep, eep! I'll go seek it," squeaked Fleet-footed Field Mouse.
"I will find your golden comb, have no fear."

So he looked and he looked and he looked, but no comb could he find.

Just then along came Chirping Cricket.

"Oh, do help me, Chirping Cricket!" sobbed Lesa. "I have lost my comb,
my golden comb. What shall I do? My mother will fret, my father will
scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely come to me
if I do not find it."

"Chirp, chirp, chirp! I'll go seek it," piped Chirping Cricket. "I
will find your golden comb, have no fear."

So he looked and he looked and he looked, but no comb could he find.