"So have you, Pollie."
"Why, I shouldn't be surprised at anything now, not even if we could sing. Let's try," and both little frogs lifted up their voices and sang.
"Che-weep, che-weep, che-weep."
They looked so droll, and sang with such a funny chirp, that Father Frog fell off the bank splash into the water with laughter.
Taddy and Pollie didn't mind this in the least, for they were sure that Che-weep was the most beautiful song in the world.
And this is the way Taddypole and Pollywog lost their tails, and gained their voices in time for the July concert.
ORIGIN OF BULLFROGS
Once upon a time in a mountain valley there was a group of Indian lodges where the people dwelt very happily. It was an excellent place for a village. In the thick forests which covered the mountain slopes there was abundance of game, and through the valley flowed a sparkling clear brook fed by a full torrent and many slender rills which leaped down the wild mountain sides. So pure and delicious was the water from this stream that the Indians felt sure it was a gift to them from the Great Spirit.
Each day it was the custom for the Indian maidens to take their kettles to the brook and fill them with water. They were much surprised one summer morning to note that the stream was not so deep as usual.
"Is it because we have had little rain lately?" they asked each other.