JERRY TOD AND THE
TALKING FROG
CHAPTER I
THE BOY IN THE TREE
I got into the bushes quick as scat. Biting hard on my breath, sort of. For right there in front of our eyes was a regular old gee-whacker of a dinosaur. Bigger than the town water tower and the Methodist Church steeple put together. I tell you it was risky for us.
My chum got ready with his trusty bow and arrow.
“Do you think you can hit him in the heart?” I said, excited-like, squinting ahead to where the dinosaur was dragging his slimy body out of the pond.
Scoop Ellery’s face was rigid.
“Got to,” he said, steady-like. “If I miss, he’ll turn on us and kill us both.” [[2]]
“It’s a lucky thing for Red and Peg,” I said, thinking of my other chums, “that they aren’t in it.”