"Good-bye!" wept the brave little polliwog, wriggling with feeling, and groaning some. "If any of you survive me, tell it to your children that I laid myself in the breach!"
With these few farewell words she crowded herself into the hole, out of their sight.
Presently, the stream began to rise and the pools to fill up. The frogs sat knee-deep in water, and the fishes swam upon their sides.
"IN THE SKY."
Day by day things improved, and the fishes began to sit up in bed, while the frogs were heard incessantly blessing the little polliwog. One night, she appeared to them in the sky, as you see her to-night; returning nightly, for many nights, to beam at them; growing larger and brighter at every appearance.
"Such," said the Sage, concluding, "is our Legend of the Moon!" And he leaped into the waves with a resounding plump!
Miss Frog felt so many different sensations at once that she dropped her lower jaw involuntarily, and sat so, unconscious of aught until awakened from her reverie by a cricket jumping suddenly into her throat.
Hastily gulping him down, she gathered her shawl about her, and, with a spring, sprawled graciously toward her wave.