"Kiddie Katydid doesn't sing!" Freddie Firefly told Mr. Frog hurriedly.  
And Mr. Frog was so surprised that he almost sat right down in the mud.
 
"What do you mean?" he cried. "You must be crazy! For there isn't a single person in all Pleasant Valley that hasn't heard Kiddie Katydid singing his song on a fine midsummer night."
 
"That—" replied Freddie Firefly—"that is just where you're mistaken, Mr. Frog. And that's where everybody else is mistaken, too. To-night I was lucky enough to learn that Kiddie Katydid has been fooling us all this time."
 
"You don't say so!" said Mr. Frog. "Then who is it that sings that chorus?"
 
"Nobody!"
 
"Nonsense!" Mr. Frog . "I can be fooled once, maybe. But I'm not to be fooled twice. And you needn't think for a moment that you can make me believe any such thing."
 
"I don't care whether you believe it or not," Freddie Firefly declared. "All I ask you to do is to tell the story to Mr. Crow."
 
"He won't believe it, either," the tailor retorted.
 
"Perhaps he will when he hears the rest of the message," Freddie answered. "I was just going to explain that Kiddie Katydid has a trick of rubbing his wing covers together to make that Katy did sound."
 
"For the land's sake!" cried Mr. Frog, as he leaped into the water, convinced at last of the truth of Freddie Firefly's claim. "I must hurry home at o............