by Arnold Lobel
by Arnold Lobel
“Why are you banging your head against the wall?” asked Frog. Soon Toad was at Frog’s front door.
“Why are you banging your head against the wall?” asked Frog. Soon Toad was at Frog’s front door.
“Yes,” said Frog. “It is very nice, but it was hard work.”
“Yes,” said Frog. “It is very nice, but it was hard work.”
Frog swam fast and made big splashes.
Toad swam slowly and made smaller splashes.
Frog swam fast and made big splashes.
Toad swam slowly and made smaller splashes.
“I don’t wear a bathing suit,” said Frog.
“Well, I do,” said Toad.
“I don’t wear a bathing suit,” said Frog.
“Well, I do,” said Toad.
He was sitting on an island by himself.
He was sitting on an island by himself.
The pile of leaves that Toad had raked for Frog blew everywhere.
The pile of leaves that Toad had raked for Frog blew everywhere.
“Why?” asked Frog.
“Because I have done all that work,” said Toad.
“Why?” asked Frog.
“Because I have done all that work,” said Toad.
“No, never,” said Toad.
“No, never,” said Toad.
“No,” peeped Frog, who looked very, very small.
“No,” peeped Frog, who looked very, very small.
“Yes,” said Frog, “but we have lots and lots of will power.”
“You may keep it all, Frog,” said Toad. “I am going home now to bake a cake.”
“Yes,” said Frog, “but we have lots and lots of will power.”
“You may keep it all, Frog,” said Toad. “I am going home now to bake a cake.”
Toad put his head very close to the ground and shouted, “NOW SEEDS, START GROWING!”
Toad put his head very close to the ground and shouted, “NOW SEEDS, START GROWING!”
Toad thought about giant sunflowers. He thought about tall oak trees. He thought about high mountains covered with snow.
Toad thought about giant sunflowers. He thought about tall oak trees. He thought about high mountains covered with snow.
Toad ran home. He made sandwiches. He made a pitcher of iced tea. He put everything in a basket.
Toad ran home. He made sandwiches. He made a pitcher of iced tea. He put everything in a basket.
‘We must get home,’ she said. ‘We do not want to meet the old Dark Frog.’
‘Who is that?’ I asked.
‘A terrible ghost,’ said my father. ‘He comes out at night and eats little frog children for supper.'”
‘We must get home,’ she said. ‘We do not want to meet the old Dark Frog.’
‘Who is that?’ I asked.
‘A terrible ghost,’ said my father. ‘He comes out at night and eats little frog children for supper.'”