Bully and Bawly No-Tail by Howard R. (Howard Roger) Garis
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hat and dress wonât get wet.â
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 sâpose he saw? Why, a big, ugly snake was twined around it, just as a grapevine twines around the clothes-post. âHello, there!â cried Grandpa. âYou donât need that toadstool at all, Mr. Snake, for water wonât hurt you. I want it for Nellie Chip-Chip, so kindly unwind yourself from it.â âIndeed, I will not,â spoke the snake, saucily, hissing like a steam radiator on a hot day. âI demand that you immediately get off that toadstool!â cried Grandpa Croaker in his hoarsest voice, so that it sounded like distant thunder. He wanted to scare the snake. âI certainly will not get off!â said the snake, firmly, âand whatâs more Iâm going to catch you, too!â 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! âOh! Oh! Youâre squeezing the life out of me!â cried Grandpa Croaker. âThatâs what I intend to do,â spoke the snake, savagely. âOh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do?â asked Nellie. âShall I bite his |
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