'Frog, is that really you?' said Toad.

'Of course it is me,' said Frog.

'Frog!' cried Toad. 'I am sorry for all the dumb things I do. I am sorry for all the silly things I say. Please be my friend again!'

'TOAD WILL NOW DANCE, AND HE WILL BE WONDERFUL!'

The sled began to move down the hill. 'Here we go!' said Frog.

Toad poured a glass of water over his head.

'Why are you pouring water over your head?' asked Frog.

'Winter might be beautiful, but bed is much better.'

Then Toad fell asleep.

'Here are some flower seeds. Plant them in the ground,' said Frog, 'and soon you will have a garden.'

'How soon?' asked Toad.

'Quite soon,' said Frog.

'Frog,' said Toad, 'if I wash my dishes right now, then I will not have to wash them tomorrow, will I?'

'No,' said Frog. 'You will not have to.'

'Once upon a time,' said Frog, 'there were two good friends, a frog and a toad.'

Toad went down to the river. There was Frog. He was sitting on an island by himself.

Toad thought and thought. But he could not think of a story to tell Frog.

Some lizards were sitting nearby. 'Does Toad really look funny in his bathing suit?' they asked.

Toad and Frog went for a long walk. They walked across a large meadow. They walked in the woods. They walked along the river. At last they went back home to Toad’s house.

'But Toad,' said Frog. 'I am happy.'

Toad went to the woods. Frog was not there. He went to the meadow. Frog was not there.

Toad ran out of his house. There was Frog.

'Snail,' said Frog, 'please take this letter to Toad’s house and put it in his mailbox.'

Then Toad fell asleep.

Frog hid behind a rock. He saw the thing coming. It was big and brown. It was covered with sticks and leaves. It had two horns.

'Frog,' cried the thing. 'Where are you?'

'Good heavens!' said Frog. 'That thing is Toad!'