She reached out for it without fear, my daughter's hands stopped near its legs. "Will I break it?" she asked, her fingers curled back like question marks. "Is it real? Or is it a toy?" She held her hand out gingerly upon my reassurances, let it wobble its way onto her palm. Her giggles rolled down the hills as the mantis tickled between her fingers, its head swiveling curiously as it tried to make sense of its surroundings. She gently places it back on the leaf it came from and joyously races off to find bees and flies for it to eat.
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