The company then divided, each frog going his own way, but all were glad that the new frogs had come to live near the Frog Pond.
Late that afternoon Bully was sitting on an old log wondering why he was not a tree frog. He thought it would be fine to wear such beautiful clothes and to be able to climb trees. It seemed hardly fair that he must always stay on the ground while others could climb so high in the world. He was sitting very still thinking of this when he was startled by a voice near him saying, "Are you asleep?" He came to himself with a jump. There, close by him, was a woolly worm. It was much like the one he had seen change his coat early in the morning, only this worm was wearing a bright, new-looking coat. The woolly worm looked proud and happy.
"No, I was not asleep," said Bully, "but you frightened me." He then remembered the sick worm he had left under the leaf. Perhaps this worm knew him. So Bully asked, "How is the woolly worm who changed his coat? Is he dead?"
The worm laughed. "Now that's a good joke on you," he said. "You don't know an old friend when you meet him. I'm the sick worm. Do you like my new coat?"
"You!" exclaimed Bully. "Are you the worm that was so weak and so sick this morning?"
"Of course I am," the worm replied. "I told you I should be all right in a few hours. How do you like my coat?" he asked again.
"It is fine; much handsomer than the old one," Bully told him. "But how did you get well so quickly?"
"Oh, that's easy," answered Woolly Worm as he slid off the log and disappeared among the thick leaves.
Bully kept on thinking for some time; then he croaked to himself, "Humph! I don't see how it could be so easy!" Then he sprang into the water and disappeared.