“Will they always be small like this?” inquired Pinkie Whiskers.
“Bless your heart, no,” replied Billy Jay. “They will grow into great, big frogs.”
They all watched the tadpoles swim about until Mother Gray said: “Come, children, we will have our supper now.”
They found a very nice place to eat and everyone was so hungry that they began to eat at once.
Pinkie Whiskers kept thinking of the tadpoles and without saying a word he slipped away from the others and went back to the creek. Right beside a big rock, he found a fish rod and net.
He picked them up and began to fish. In a moment a tadpole swallowed the hook. Pinkie Whiskers jerked him out of the water and put the net under him.
“You are the little tadpole I have been fishing for,” he cried.
The little tadpole was so amazed that he could not speak. He just hung and flopped on the hook.
CHAPTER IX
THE longer that Pinkie Whiskers looked at the tadpole, the more proud he grew to think that he had caught him.