With these words, the Frog grabbed Pinkie Whiskers and threw him up onto his back. He then put the reed around him so that he could not possibly get away.
Pinkie Whiskers kicked and kicked. He jerked and jerked, but the reed was so strong that he could not break it. He tried to bite it with his teeth, but he could not reach around far enough.
Father Frog hopped up onto a big rock that was hanging right over the creek. Pinkie Whiskers screamed and kicked some more, but it was of no use.
“Oh, please put me down, Mr. Frog,” begged Pinkie Whiskers.
“Indeed, I will not. You showed my son no mercy and now you cannot expect me to show you any kindness,” replied Father Frog.
“But he is back in the creek with his brothers and sisters now,” said Pinkie Whiskers.
“Yes, he is back home with a fish hook in his mouth and I will have a hard time to get it out. Besides it was not you or your kindness that put him back home. It was because I made you drop him,” growled Father Frog.
“What are you going to do to me?” cried Pinkie Whiskers.
“I am going to dump you into the water,” replied Father Frog.
“Oh, mother! mother! father! father! help me! Come quick and help me!” screamed Pinkie Whiskers.