They catch littler creatures than they are to eat, and have a queer kind of hook thing that folds up when they ain't hunting.

It likes the sunshine, and dances round all day.

Let me see! what else was there to tell about?
Oh, I know! The eggs are laid in the water, and go down to the bottom, and are hatched in the mud.

Little ugly things come out of 'em; I can't say the name, but they are brown, and keep having new skins, and getting bigger and bigger.

Only think! it takes them two years to be a dragonfly! Now this is the curiousest part of it, so you listen tight, for I don't believe you know it.