"I should think some of you old bullfrogs could bite those ducks until they would leave," said Mrs. Toad.
"Why don't you bite them yourself?" asked a young frog.
"Because," she answered, "I haven't any teeth. How could I bite a duck and make him leave the Frog Pond, I want you to tell me!"
"I thought you had teeth," said Grandfather Bull Frog. "Most frogs do."
"Toads never do," she replied.
But no one thought Mrs. Toad's idea a good one. They thought of the duck's strong yellow beak and how it would hurt to be bitten by one.
At last John Bull Frog, who had been sitting at the edge of the gathering, said, "I don't feel like saying much because I acted so badly when I first came here. I am ashamed of the way I acted then. But let me tell you, Mrs. John Bull Frog and I, when the time comes, can rid the pond of those ducks."
"Can't you do it now?" the frogs asked.
"No, we can't do it until the right time comes," he replied.
"How can you get rid of them?" asked Grandfather Bull Frog.