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A PAIR OF RASCALS
Mr. Frog reached home just as the sun peeped over the hills. He slipped hastily out of the water, sprang up the bank of the creek, and in three jumps landed on the roof of his tailor's shop. There he squatted, while his queer, bulging eyes scanned the sky in every direction. He was watching for Mr. Crow, and all but bursting with the news that he had for the old gentleman.
Mr. Frog had not sat there long before he heard a hoarse Caw, caw! in the distance.
"There he is!" cried the tailor aloud. "There's the old boy! He'll be in sight in a moment."
And sure enough! soon Mr. Crow flapped out of the woods and came sailing over the meadows.
Thereupon Mr. Frog set up a great croaking. And to his delight his elderly friend heard him calling and dropped down at once.
"I've some news for you," Mr. Frog announced, as soon as the old black scamp alighted near him.
"It'll have to keep," Mr. Crow replied. "I'm on my way to the cornfield. I haven't had my breakfast yet. And a person of my age has to eat his meals regularly."