He was busily eating ants when all at once out from behind the grass shot a big green head. It was a dreadful looking head. When Bully saw the wicked eyes he jumped as quickly as he could. He didn't have time to think which way to go. He just jumped and with all his might. When he landed he found himself near Mrs. Toad's rock. He heard a big, strong beak come together with a loud snap. My, but he shivered! It almost nipped his skin! He saw a hole under the rock, and went into it like a flash. Right behind him, just as he got inside the hole, snapped that big yellow beak again. For many days Bully could see those wicked eyes and hear the loud snap of that beak.
"Well, why are you rushing into my house so rudely?" came a voice from a dark corner.
"Oh, it's that dreadful duck!" Bully managed to say. He was shaking so he could hardly speak.
"Oh, don't talk to me," said Mrs. Toad crossly. "I'm just worried to death with those ducks!"
"Why are you worried?" asked Bully. "You are too big for them to eat. I don't see why you should be afraid."
"Who said I was afraid of them?" she asked. "It's my babies, not myself, I'm thinking about. What do you think those ducks are hanging around this rock for, if not for my children?"
"Why," said Bully in great surprise, "I didn't know you had any babies! I never saw them."
"Never saw them!" she repeated. "Well you must be blind if you can't see them! I can see them plainly enough from here, hopping about the rock or swimming in the water."
"Why, I thought those were little frogs," said Bully. "They look like frogs."
"They don't look like little frogs to their mother," replied Mrs. Toad. "I can tell every one of them. But to other people young toads always do look like little frogs," she said.