And that seemed to relieve her.
"I can make a locust come to me," he added, and suiting the action to the word he emitted a buzzing sound which brought a poor deluded locust to his very hand.

At such wonder-working she could only gape and stare.
Wiggle appeared to claim the locust as a souvenir of the scout's magic.
"You let it go, Wiggle," Pee-wee said.

"If you want to be a scout you can't kill anything that doesn't do any harm.

But you can kill snakes and mosquitoes if you want to." Evidently it was the dream of Wiggle's life to be a scout for he released the locust to Pee-wee, wagging his tail frantically.
"You have to be loyal, too," the young propagandist said; "that's a rule.

You have to be helpful and think up ways to help people.