Hermie ran as fast as his eight legs would go. He jumped high into a pile of freshly fallen leaves.Fall! My favorite time of year! he said to himself

as he tossed the leaves in the air. I love the fall! I

think I will make up a song about it.

The caterpillar wriggled through the

leaves and sang,

Fall, fall, my favorite time.

Cool, fresh air so fine.

Oh, I love harvest days

And piles of new-cut hay.

Winds that nip

Make me skip.

Leaves that drop

Make me smile a lot.

Da da, doo dee doo, hmmm, hmmm . . .

Hermie was proud of his autumn song. I should

sing my song at the Harvest Festival. I could . . .

oh no . . . He froze in midsentence. I promised

Wormie I would help him paint the banner today!

Oh my, I am really late. I hope Wormie isnt mad.

Hermie quickly scurried to Wormies

house. He got there just in time to see

Wormie cleaning up the paintbrushes.

Wormie, I am very sorry. I started

playing in the leaves, and then I made up

a song about fall and . . .

Wormie smiled at his buddy.

Hermie, its okay. We all make

mistakes. Friends always forgive

each other. And Lucy helped me

paint the banner.

Hermie smiled

back at Wormie. Thanks

for understanding. Want to

hear my fall song?

Wormie nodded. Sure! You can sing it

for me while we carry the banner to the park.

The two friends carried the folded

banner as they walked down the path.

Hermie sang along the way.

Fall, fall, my favorite time.

Cool, fresh air so fine . . .