"Then come right over to my shop," Mr. Frog urged him. "I'll let you make all the button-holes you want."
"Very well!" Mr. Heron agreed. "I'll make button-holes until I get hungry."
"That's a good idea!" Mr. Frog cried. And his new friend smiled, for he thought the tailor must be very stupid. He intended to stay with Mr. Frog until he was hungry enough to eat him. And no one who wasn't dull-witted could have failed to grasp his plan.
Well, they started off together; and they arrived shortly afterward at the tailor's shop.
Observing that Mr. Heron was altogether too big to squeeze inside the tiny building, Mr. Frog entered it, to reappear soon with an armful of cloth.
On this Mr. Frog proceeded to mark a row of dots. And then he hung the cloth upon some reeds.
"There!" he announced. "Can you hit the mark?"
"Certainly I can," Mr. Heron replied. And quick as lightning his sharp bill darted out and made a neat hole exactly where every dot had been.
"Splendid! Perfect!" Mr. Frog exclaimed. And thereupon he brought forth more cloth.
In a surprisingly short time Mr. Heron had made eighty-seven button-holes. But Mr. Frog noticed that beginning with the seventy-seventh button-hole the stranger's aim began to fail. He did not hit the dots quite squarely. And he seemed not to have his mind on his work.