“I didn’t obey my mamma; that is how I happened to hop along through the woods. I thought I would be all right.”
“I know where you live, Hoppy Toad. I’ll show you how to get back home.”
“That makes me feel happy, Billy Bull-Frog. I had almost given up hopes of ever getting home again.”
They retraced their hops back through the woods a bit, until an opening was reached.
“There,” said Billy Bull-Frog, “you just scoot along through that opening and follow your nose. It is a short cut to your home. In the future do what your mother asks you to. She knows best.”
“I will, Billy Bull-Frog. Thank you for your kindness in showing me the way back home. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye, Hoppy Toad.”
Hoppy Toad hopped along toward home as fast as he could hop. The hoot of an owl startled him at times, but he kept hopping along, finally reaching his home, tired and seeking forgiveness.
Ma Toad was happy when he hopped into his home as was Pa toad.