I have been following the wartfrogs and sneaking an occasional taste of any chocolate milkweed pods that they overlooked.

Why they do not simply push the strange egg out, we do not know, but instead of that they often fly off for milkweed fibres and silk to make a new nest right on top of the first one, shutting the hateful egg out of sight underneath.

He felt certain that he had formulated a plan by which they would be able to save Telly from the Witch, and he had run into the milkweed fields to find her.

Like a bit of down from the prairie milkweed plant, she was to be the sport of every breath of wind that blew.