What a horrible grunt he uttered! and he stuck his tongue far out of his mouth.
What a long tongue! He seemed to be watching something. Lazily flying by was a large blue fly, and as the fly drew near the toad, the toad made a snap and a jump, then all was still: for that was the end of the poor, poor fly.
The elves grew more afraid, and wished the toad would go away. They heard him say as he peered all around:
“I will catch the little fellows yet. How nice they will be for my supper.”
Of course, they were sorry that Spider Eyes’ wing was hurt, yet they could not help feeling glad that all this happened, for it had saved them from such a sad fate.
Dusty Cap looked out from his hiding-place in the rose, and there sat the toad at the foot of the bush.
He smothered a cry and drew back in alarm, hoping the toad had not spied him.
Pointed Toes whispered to Chip Wing: “I wish something would frighten him away.”
And Chip Wing said softly: “I feel very anxious about Spider Eyes.”