"You look like one," said Uncle Wiggily politely.

"I am a July bug," went on the funny little creature. "I was intended for
a June bug, but there was some mistake made, and I didn't come out of my
shell until July. So you see I'm a July bug, and at first I thought it
would be jolly fun, to hear all the firecrackers and skyrockets go off."

"It isn't so much fun as you imagine," said Uncle Wiggily, as he thought
of the time he went sailing into the air on the sky-cracker. "But don't
you like being a July bug?"

"Not very much. You see I'm the only one there is, and all the others are
June bugs. The June bugs won't speak to me, nor let me play with them, so
I'm very lonesome. I heard you talking about a picnic you were going to
have, and so I offered to call all your friends to it. I thought perhaps
if I did that you would let me come to it also."

"To be sure!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "You may gladly come, but how are
you going to send word to all of my friends?"

"I will fly through the air and tell them to come," was the answer. "I am
a very swift flyer. Watch me," and then and there the July bug buzzed
around so fast that Uncle Wiggily and the pussy couldn't see his wings go
flip-flop-flap.

Well, they decided it would be a good plan to have the July bug act as a
postman, so Uncle Wiggily wrote out the invitations on little pieces of
white birch bark, and gave them to the bug. Off he flew into the air
waving one leg at Uncle Wiggily and the pussy.