There was an unusually large Luna cocoon, and the moth was bursting the upper end in its struggles to reach light and air.

Freckles stood and stared.
"There's something in there trying to get out," he muttered.

"Wonder if I could help it?
Guess I best not be trying.

If I hadn't happened along, there wouldn't have been anyone to do anything, and maybe I'd only be hurting it.

It's--it's----Oh, skaggany! It's just being born!" Freckles gasped with surprise.