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Bully and Bawly No-Tail by Howard R. (Howard Roger) Garis
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hat and dress won’t get wet.”

Nellie thanked Grandpa Croaker very kindly and thought what a fine frog
gentleman he was. Off he hopped through the rain, never minding it the
least bit, and just as he got to the toadstool what do you s’pose he
saw? Why, a big, ugly snake was twined around it, just as a grapevine
twines around the clothes-post.

“Hello, there!” cried Grandpa. “You don’t need that toadstool at all,
Mr. Snake, for water won’t hurt you. I want it for Nellie Chip-Chip, so
kindly unwind yourself from it.”

“Indeed, I will not,” spoke the snake, saucily, hissing like a steam
radiator on a hot day.

“I demand that you immediately get off that toadstool!” cried Grandpa
Croaker in his hoarsest voice, so that it sounded like distant thunder.
He wanted to scare the snake.

“I certainly will not get off!” said the snake, firmly, “and what’s more
I’m going to catch you, too!” And with that he reached out like
lightning and grabbed Grandpa, and wound himself around him and the
toadstool also, and there the poor gentleman frog was, tight fast!

“Oh! Oh! You’re squeezing the life out of me!” cried Grandpa
Croaker.

“That’s what I intend to do,” spoke the snake, savagely.

“Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do?” asked Nellie. “Shall I bite his
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