HOPPY TOAD MEETS SALLY WOODPECKER.
Hoppy Toad was hopping along through the small stretch of woods near his home one day when he was scared out of his wits. Something fell from the branch of a tree and landed on his back, then rolling over on to the ground.
It was several minutes before Hoppy Toad recovered from the shock. Looking around, he spied a bird with a long, sharp bill lying on the ground. It seemed to be helpless.
“What’s the matter with you?” asked Hoppy Toad.
“I’ve hurt one of my wings; that is what made me fall from the branch of the tree and land on top of you. I’m sorry it happened.”
“That’s all right,” said Hoppy Toad. “I’ll see if I can’t help you get the wing fixed so you can fly again. What is your name?”
“Sally Woodpecker. It will be very kind of you if you can find someone to fix my wing. My but it hurts!”
“My name is Hoppy Toad. I’ll go get Dr. Pheasant. He will fix the wing for you in a jiffy.”