Aphids is Francis' favorite meal. He could eat it all day, whenever he was able to find one. Right now, he sat in the tall grass chewing on one contently from side to side. It didn't hurt when he killed it, he did it fast and painless. He simply stomped on it.
But one of the stupidest things a ladybug could do, was to stay in the grass. There were people in the grass. And the worst thing that could happen would probably be-
"Oh, look! It's a ladybug! Isn't she cute!" a girl said as she lifted Francis up and held him in her hands. "SHE??? I think you should re-think that!" he said with his deep and masculine voice. "Ouch!" she made a sound as he bit her finger. She opened her hand so he could fly away again, and find another aphid to eat.
Francis let out a scream as the rooster almost stepped on him. "Hey! Watch where you're going, would ya!?" As he screamed, the aphid he was looking at ran away, thankful that the rooster came and interrupted the ladybug from eating it. "Arrgh! Now the food ran away! Thank you very much!" Francis stomped with his foot angrily as he talked, but it didn't make the noise he wished it would...
"Señorita? SEÑORITA?!" Francis yelled with his manly voice. He knew enough about language to know what señorita meant. He flew up so that the rooster could get a closer look at him and hear what he said. "How dare you call *me* señorita?!" He was so angry! It wasn't enough that the rooster had almost stomped on him, he thought that he was a girl as well!
"SEÑORA?!!!! Why you...!!" Francis was now so angry he didn't know what to do. But how could a ladybug attack a rooster? He flew farther up and yelled into the rooster's ear. "I AM NOT A GIRL, I'M A GUY! A GUY, A GUY, A GUY!!"
"Are you sure?" Francis was now so pissed that he flew down to the ground, grabbed a twig that was small enough for him to hold, and flew back to peck on the rooster. And for every time he pecked on him, he continued to shout: "I'M A GUY! I'M A GUY! I'M A GUY!"
Francis started to get tired, so he stopped pecking on the rooster and dropped the twig.
"So, what are you, in disguise or something?"
"I wish." he replied. "No, there aren't just female ladybugs out there. Ever wondered how we would get conceived? We don't just appear in the sky, you know." But Francis was thankful that the rooster didn't step on him or try to eat him. He had only met one kind of bird-creature in his life, and that tried to eat him. Though, it was a lot smaller than this one. Now that most of the anger was gone, Francis got the time to get a closer look at the rooster. It was dressed in human clothes and a big, weird hat, and talked in a strange accent. Weird, he thought.