Forgiven By A.a. Milne

I found a little beetle, so that Beetle was his name. And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same. I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ... And Nanny let my beetle out--Yes, Nanny let my beetle out--She went and let my beetle out--And Beetle ran away. She said she didn’t mean it, and I never said she did. She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid. She said that she was sorry, but it’s difficult to catch an excited sort of beetle you’ve mistaken for a match.