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Updated: June 14, 2025
Possibly the bullfrog, inflating himself on the edge of a pond and uttering hoarse croaks through the darkness to a warty mate, possesses also, at that moment, a vague and groping personality. "No, Leo, personality is too vague for any of our vague personalities to grasp. There are seeming men with the personalities of women. There are plural personalities.
Listening attentively, I caught, from a breeze just lifting the drooping leaves, a sound that I willingly believed was made by a bullfrog. On this hint, I tore down through the woods at my highest speed. Then I paused and listened again. This time there was no mistaking it; it was the sound of frogs. Much elated, I rushed on. By and by I could hear them as I ran.
"What should I or any one else want of a bullfrog?" Arethusa sighed, and the sigh was apparent. "I’d sigh if I was you," said her aunt. "I certainly would. If I was you, Arethusa, I’d certainly feel that I had cause to sigh;" and with that she sat up and gave her pillow a punch that was full of the direst sort of suggestion. Arethusa did not gainsay the truth of the sighing proposition.
In the summer I heard the locusts sing and the lazy croak of bullfrog, bearing the relation of trombone in the orchestra of nature to the other musicians, whilst the fireflies were dancing in mid-air all around him he winking at them with those wondrous projecting eyes.
"'Madam, said I, holding the newspaper before Mrs Bullfrog's eyes and though a small, delicate, and thin visaged man, I feel assured that I looked very terrific 'Madam, repeated I, through my shut teeth, 'were you the plaintiff in this cause? "'Oh my dear Mr Bullfrog, replied my wife sweetly, 'I thought all the world knew that! "'Horror! horror! exclaimed I, sinking back on the seat.
If I were you, I wouldn't trouble myself about him. 'Yours very truly, 'To H. SPONGE, Esq. Our hero addressed Mr. Waffles again, in the course of a few days, as follows: 'DEAR WAFFLES, 'I am sorry to say Bullfrog won't be put off without the horse. He says I insisted on his taking him back, and now he insists on having him. I have had his lawyer, Mr.
Funny kin' babies dat, eat-um bullfrog; don' chu tink so?" Of all his names and there were many more that I picked up from watching him in a summer's outing "Old Father Longlegs" seemed always the most appropriate. There is a suggestion of hoary antiquity about this solemn wader of our lakes and streams.
Truly it was good to be here, and to enter for a brief hour into the shy, wild but unharried life of the wood folk. A big bullfrog showed his head among the lily pads, and the little rifle, unmindful of the joys of an unharried existence, rose slowly to its place.
"What! you haven't heard of a committee that is going to call on you, to ask you to resign the care of the parish music?" "Madam," said Dr. Bullfrog, with all that energy of tone for which he was remarkable, "I don't believe it, I CAN'T believe it. You must have made a mistake." "I mistake! No, no, my good friend; I never make mistakes. What I know, I know certainly.
Silence had fallen upon the little group, and a bullfrog down in the fishpond was croaking dismally. "Why don't you go hunting, and try to kill you a turkey for Thanksgiving?" ventured Walter, slipping his arm insinuatingly through his grandfather's. "I saw a great big flock of wild ones down on the branch last week, and I got right close up to them before they flew."
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