“Oh, I hardly know,” said the old frog gentleman in his hoarsest, deepest, thundering, croaking voice. “Perhaps I may meet with a fairy or a big giant, or even the alligator bird.”
“The alligator isn’t a bird, Grandpa,” spoke Bawly.
“Oh no, to be sure,” agreed the old gentleman rabbit—I mean frog—“no more it is. I was thinking of the Pelican. Well, anyhow I am going out for a walk, and if you didn’t have to go to school you could come with me. But I’ll take you next time, and we may go to the Wild West show together.”
“Oh fine!” cried Bully, as he hopped away with his school books under his front leg.
“Oh fine and dandy!” exclaimed Bawly, as he looked in his spelling book to see how to spell “cow.”
Well, the frog boys hopped on to school, and Grandpa Croaker hopped off to the woods. He went on and on, and he was wondering what sort of an adventure he would have, when he heard a little noise up in the trees. He looked up through his glasses, and he saw Jennie Chipmunk there.
She was a little late for school, but she was hurrying all she could. She called “good morning” to Grandpa Croaker, and he tossed her up a sugar cookie that he happened to have in his pocket. Wasn’t he the nice old Grandpa, though? Well, I just guess he was!
So he went on a little farther, and pretty soon he came to the place where Buddy and Brighteyes Pigg lived. Only Buddy wasn’t at home, being at school. But Brighteyes, the little guinea pig girl, was there in the house, and she was suffering from the toothache, I’m sorry to say.
Oh! the poor little guinea pig girl was in great pain, and that’s why she couldn’t go to school. Her face was all tied up in a towel with a bag of hot salt on it, but even that didn’t seem to do any good.
“Oh, I’m so sorry for you, Brighteyes!” exclaimed Grandpa. “Have you had Dr. Possum? Where is your mamma?”