“To be sure I will” answered the old frog.
“No, sir!” answered the cruel hawk. “I’m going to take you home to my wife,” and up he flew in the air. But, goodness me! He soon found out what a heavy thing a turtle is. Pretty soon the old hawk’s wings grew tired. Oh, very weary, indeed.
“I must rest,” he said to himself, turning toward an old dead tree near the edge of the Shady Forest.
“Let me go! Let me go!” again and again begged Teddy Turtle.
“Be still, will you?” answered the old robber bird, doing his best to keep his balance on the limb of the dead tree and at the same time hold on to the wiggly jiggly little turtle.
“No, I won’t,” answered Teddy Turtle, with another wiggle and a jiggle, and maybe a wiggle-jiggle-jiggle after that.
But, try as he might, he couldn’t wiggle loose from the bad hawk’s claws. Pretty soon the old bird flew off again with the little turtle.
“Wiggle, jiggle all you can.
Wiggle like a wrestling man.