Bully and Bawly No-Tail by Howard R. (Howard Roger) Garis
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tail, Mr. Frog?â
âNo, stay there. Donât come near him, or heâll grab you,â called Grandpa Croaker in a choking voice. âBesides youâll get all wet, for itâs still raining. Iâll get away somehow.â But no matter how hard he struggled Grandpa couldnât get away from the snake, who was pressing him tighter and tighter against the toadstool. Poor Grandpa thought he was surely going to be killed, and Nellie was crying, but she didnât dare go near the snake, and the snake was laughing and snickering as loud as he could. Oh, he was very impolite! Then, all of a sudden, along hopped Bully and Bawly, the frog boys. The ball game had been stopped on account of the rain, you know. âOh, look!â cried Bully. âWe must save Grandpa from that snake!â âThatâs what we must!â shouted Bawly. âHere, weâll make him unwind himself from Grandpa and the toadstool and then hit him with our baseball bats.â So those brave frog boys went quite close to the snake, and that wiggily creature thought he could catch them, and so put out his head to do it. Then Bully and Bawly hopped around the toadstool in a circle, and the snake, keeping his beady, black eyes on them, followed them with his head, around and around, still hoping to catch them, until he finally unwound himself, just like a corkscrew out of a bottle. Then Bully and Bawly hit him with their baseball bats, and the snake ran away, taking his tail with him, and Grandpa Croaker was free. Then, taking a long breath, for good measure, the old gentleman frog broke off |
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