How tightly they had to hold on with their feet, for, as he kept leaping and leaping, he chuckled so hard that it made his body shake.
Once he stopped, and Spider Eyes, catching his breath, said: “I think we will walk, if you do not mind.”
“Yes,” spoke up Pointed Toes. “It will be very much better to walk than to be shaken to pieces.”
“No, no!” exclaimed the toad. “You must ride, or else you can not go to the beautiful world. We will reach it very soon, my dearies.”
So, against their will, they remained upon his back, as they wanted so much to see the beautiful world.
He hopped, and hopped, and hopped again.
As he was hopping through a hedge, a sharp thistle pierced one of Spider Eyes’ wings.
