The ladybird’s lesson

It was a glorious day of full sunshine, although too late in the season to rescue another disastrous English summer.  I could feel the sun’s warmth on me as I sat in a park, waiting for some friends to show.  They were late.

Just then, I felt a scratching on my neck.  Instinctively, I brushed the area, and a ladybird fell onto the table in front of me.  Concerned that I had damaged it, I pushed it gently with my nail.  Nothing.  Then again.  Still nothing.  After a third nudge, the ladybird started walking away from my finger.