But the Quacky Duck, having hit his head against a stone, sank to the bottom of the pond, where he found himself in the frogs’ kitchen. And there he spied a fish, which the frogs had caught for their dinner, intending to share it in a brotherly manner, for it was a savoury fish. When the Quacky Duck saw it, he was glad; and he said, “Fish is better than frog” (for he was an English duck)! And, taking the fish, he swam with speed to the shore.
Now the frogs lamented when they saw him go, for they said, “He has our savoury fish!” And they wept, and reviled the Quacky Duck.
But he said, “Be comforted! for if I had not found the fish, I should assuredly have eaten you. Therefore, say now, which is the better for you?” And he ate the fish, and departed joyful.
[AT THE LITTLE BOY’S HOME]
It was a very hot day, and the little boy was lying on his stomach under the big linden tree, reading the “Scottish Chiefs.”
“Little Boy,” said his mother, “will you please go out in the garden and bring me a head of lettuce?”
“Oh, I—can’t!” said the little boy. “I’m—too—hot!”