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Bully and Bawly No-Tail by Howard R. (Howard Roger) Garis
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tail, Mr. Frog?”

“No, stay there. Don’t come near him, or he’ll grab you,” called Grandpa
Croaker in a choking voice. “Besides you’ll get all wet, for it’s still
raining. I’ll get away somehow.” But no matter how hard he struggled
Grandpa couldn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“Oh, look!” cried Bully. “We must save Grandpa from that snake!”

“That’s what we must!” shouted Bawly. “Here, we’ll make him unwind
himself from Grandpa and the toadstool and then hit him with our
baseball bats.”

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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