Just then along came Gliding Brown Snake.

"Oh, do help me, Gliding Brown Snake!" 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."

"Sssssssss! I'll go seek it," hissed Gliding Brown Snake. "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 Cunning Black Ant.

"Oh, do help me, Cunning Black Ant!" 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."

"I'll go seek it," said Cunning Black Ant. "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 Flitting Butterfly.

"Oh, do help me, Flitting Butterfly!" 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."