An' when that dead tree is full of bark-beetle, an' there ain't none in the forest, that sure looks suspicious.
Absurd, replied the bark-beetle, just sit still and be polite to the gentleman.
But I ain't believin' any such perambulatin' spirit for a bark-beetle.
Then he continued: "But I didn't know there was any bark-beetle here."
He can stretch his tongue out ten times my length, cried the bark-beetle, flourishing his arm.