“Mr. Bumblebee,” he said, “I want to thank you for saving me from the hands of that boy.”
“That is all right, Mr. Toad,” he replied, “but hereafter keep your wits about you; there may not always be somebody around to rescue you.”
“May I ask your name?” said Hoppy Toad.
“Jimmy Bumblebee is my name,” was the reply. “What is yours?”
“Hoppy Toad.”
“Well, Hoppy Toad, I have a favor to ask of you. As a reward for my saving you I want you to promise me that you will not eat any more honeybees; they have very important work to perform in this world, and when you eat one of them there is just so much lost. They are useful because they supply the kiddies and grown folks with honey. Will you promise me?”
“I will, Jimmy Bumblebee, and I’ll tell other toads and frogs not to eat any more honeybees or bumblebees.”
“Thank you,” was Jimmy Bumblebee’s farewell as he flew off in an easterly direction.
“Well, Hoppy Toad,” said Hoppy to himself, “you are a lucky boy to be free.”
He hopped into his home and told Ma and Pa Toad of his rescue by Jimmie Bumblebee.