When I was young, a cricket made its home in my parents’ basement. It was kinda fun to hear it chirping.
One time, my father nearly stomped it, but I stopped him. “It’s our cricket!” I said. It then lived out its life peacefully.
When I was young, a cricket made its home in my parents’ basement. It was kinda fun to hear it chirping.
One time, my father nearly stomped it, but I stopped him. “It’s our cricket!” I said. It then lived out its life peacefully.