One day in summer Frog was not feeling well.
- Toad said, “Frog, you are looking quite green.”
- “But I always look green,” said Frog. “I am a frog.”
- “Today you look very green even for a frog,” said Toad. “Get into bed and rest.”
- Toad made Frog a cup of hot tea. Frog drank the tea, and then he said, “Tell me a story while I am resting.”
- “All right,” said Toad. “Let me think of a story to tell you.”
- Toad thought and thought. But he could not think of a story to tell Frog.
- “I will go out on the front porch and walk up and down,” said Toad. “Perhaps that will help me think of a story.”
“Come here, Huey!” my father said. Huey walked toward him, his hands behind his back.
- “See these eggs?” my father said. He cracked them and put the yolks in a pan and set the pan on the counter. He stood a chair by the counter.
- “Stand up here,” he said to Huey. Huey stood on the chair by the counter.
- “Now it’s time for your beating!” my father said.
- Huey started to cry. His tears fell in with the egg yolks.
- “Take this!” my father said. My father handed him the egg beater. “Now beat those eggs,” he said. “I want this to be a good beating!”
- “Oh!” Huey said. He stopped crying. And he beat the egg yolks.
The Lost Button
- “Don’t worry,” said Frog. “We will go back to all the places where we walked. We will soon find your button.”
- They walked to the large meadow. They began to look for the button in the tall grass.
- “Here is your button!” cried Frog.
- “That is not my button,” said Toad. “That button is black. My button was white.”
- Toad put the black button in his pocket.
- A sparrow flew down.
- “Excuse me,” said the sparrow. “Did you lose a button? I found one.”
- “That is not my button,” said Toad. “That button has two holes. My button had four holes.” Toad put the button with two holes in his pocket. They went back to the
It was hot by the stove. My father loosened his collar and pushed at his sleeves. The stuff in the pan was getting thicker and thicker. He held the beater up high in the air.
- “Just right,” he said, and sniffed in the smell of the pudding. He whipped the egg whites and mixed them into the pudding. The pudding looked softer and lighter than air.
- “Done!” he said. He washed all the pots, splashing water on the floor, and wiped the counter so fast his hair made circles around his head.
- “Perfect!” he said. “Now I am going to take a nap. If something important happens, bother me. If nothing important happens, don’t bother me. And – the pudding is for your mother. Leave the pudding alone!”
- He went to the living room and was asleep in a minute, sitting straight up in his chair. Huey and I guarded the pudding.
- “Oh, it’s a wonderful pudding,” Huey said.
- “With waves on the top like the ocean,” I said woods and looked on the dark paths.
The Pretty White Fox
- At the park, Louise had quite a bit of fun. She played in the sandbox. She hung upside down. She played on the slide. And she played on the swings.
- “This is dumb,” said Fox. “Let’s go home and watch TV.”
- Just then they saw a pretty white fox. She was all alone. And she was having a fine time.
- “Wow!” said Fox. “She looks like a movie star!”
- “Hi!” said the pretty white fox. “My name is Raisin.”
- All of a sudden Fox could not speak. He forgot his own name.
- “Hi!” said Louise. “I’m Louise. And this is my brother Fox.”
- Fox and Louise got on the merry-go-round.