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Updated: May 13, 2025
One nice warm day, as Bully No-Tail, the frog boy, was hopping along through the woods, he felt so very happy that he whistled a little tune on a whistle he made from a willow stick. And the tune he whistled went like this, when you sing it: “I am a little froggie boy, Without a bit of tail. In fact I’m like a guinea pig, Who eats out of a pail.
Meanwhile, other changes which we could not see would have taken place; instead of the gills, which made the tadpole a water-breather, Master Froggie would have acquired lungs, like any land animal; the aquatic would have changed into an aerial, the herbivorous into a carnivorous creature, so that we may well say it has lived two lives.
These leather necks of Macaroni Dagos we've seen a swarmin' all over Mulberry Bend an' Five Points; the Sauerkraut Dagos looks fer all the woild like they was goin' ter a Schützenfest up by High Bridge; the Froggie Dagos you'll find packed in them Frenchy restaraws in the Thirties where yer git blue wine and them Vodki Dagos only needs a pushcart ter make yer think yer in Baxter Street.
Dickie flew up into a tree, and so he was safe, but Bully couldn’t fly, though he hopped away. After him jumped the cat, and she cried: “I’ll get you yet!” Bully hopped some more, but the cat raced toward him, and nearly had the froggie. Then began quite a chase. The cat was very quick, and she kept after Bully so closely that she was making him very tired.
When the frog came back she looked at him carefully, but he kept so still she never guessed that he had stirred from where he lay. The next morning the frog bade Ivan ride away alone to the palace of the Tsar. "I will follow you," she said, "and when you hear a great noise, say, 'That is my little Froggie, driving up in her basket made of rushes."
The old fellow, exasperated beyond endurance, gave frantic chase to the urchins; a group of idlers and news-vendors jostled against him as if by accident, and the pursuer, perspiring freely and wiping his face with his handkerchief, went off in search of an officer. "Fakir, froggie, beggar!" shouted the Orphan derisively at him.
"Is that all, Cis? I might as well cry because my pug is a shade lighter than my new winter costume I ordered to match his coat. "Might have said we," thought her husband, but he swelled himself like Froggie in the fable. "Now, Cis," continued la petite, "isn't that a nice sugar plum for you?"
Even as they spoke there was a great noise outside, a roaring and rumbling like thunder. The palace shook until it seemed as though it would fall about their ears. Every one was terrified. Only Prince Ivan was calm. "There is my little Froggie now," he said; "she is driving up in her little basket of rushes."
”I swim, I hop, I flip, I flop, I also sing a tune, And some day I am going to try To hop up to the moon. “Because you see the man up there Must very lonesome be, Without a little froggie boy, Like Bawly or like me.” “Oh, ho! I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” suddenly exclaimed a voice. “Try what?” asked Bully, before he thought.
When the Brahman Harisarman heard that, he thought that his last hour had come, and he called to mind the pet name of "Froggie" which his father had given him in his childhood in sport, and, impelled by luck, he called to himself by his pet name, lamenting his hard fate, and suddenly called out: "This is a fine pitcher for you, Froggie; it will soon become the swift destroyer of your helpless self."
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