Reddy Woodpecker stood on the doorstep of Mr. Frog's shop. And inside the tiny building Mr. Frog the tailor cross-legged and scratched upon a flat stone. Now and then he glanced up to look closely at Reddy Woodpecker.
 
"Colors: red, white and—yes! blue!" Mr. Frog murmured, blinking his eyes at Reddy Woodpecker. "It's a little too blackish for my taste, but it's certainly blue.... A good suit for the Fourth of July!" he muttered. "Just the thing for a clown to wear in a parade of Horribles!"
 
Mr. Frog's remarks did not please Reddy Woodpecker. In fact they made him very angry. But Mr. Frog didn't appear to notice that. He went right on talking to himself.
 
"Red head and black tail!" he said, scratching upon his stone all the while. "Black head and red tail would be much better."
 
"I didn't come here to be abused!" Reddy Woodpecker spluttered.
 
The tailor paid no to Reddy's protest.
 
"Too much in the tail!" Mr. Frog . "Colors too gay for everyday wear! Too loud for the best taste!"
 
By this time Reddy Woodpecker had become so furious that he couldn't speak.
 
Meanwhile Mr. Frog continued to look him over calmly, and as his gaze fell at last upon Reddy's feet he began to titter.
 
"This person's feet are all wrong," he chanted, scratching like mad upon his flat stone. "Never saw a bird before with toes like his. The rule for birds is: three toes............