THE plump brown grasshopper hit with a small splash at his feet. Not bothering to land on its legs, it skidded and rolled almost as far as it jumped, before righting itself and leaping again. Laughing quietly at the insect, he looked up the road to the shimmering horizon...
"Hot Time In The Summertime,"
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 3.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss5/3