After and Bawly No-Tail, the frogs, and their papa, reached home from the woods, where they met the make-believe giant, as I told you in the story before this one, they talked about it for ever so long, and agreed that it was quite an adventure.  
“I wish I’d have another adventure to-morrow,” said Bawly, as he went to bed that night.
 
“Perhaps you may,” said his papa. “Only I can’t be with you to-morrow, as I have to go to work in my wallpaper factory. We made the bird give back the ink, so the printing presses can run again.”
 
Well, the next day the frog boys’ mamma said to them:
 
“Bully and Bawly, I wish you would go to the store for me. I want a dozen lemons and some sugar, for I am going to make lemonade, in case company comes to-night.”
 
“All right, we’ll go,” said Bully very politely. “I’ll get the sugar and Bawly can get the lemons.”
 
So they went to the store and got the things, and when they were out, the storekeeper, who was a very kind elephant gentleman, gave them each a handful of peanuts, which they put in the pockets of their clothes, that water couldn’t hurt.
 
Well, when Bully and Bawly were almost home, they came to a place where there were two paths. One went through the woods and the other across the pond.
 
“I’ll tell you what let’s do,” suggested Bully. “You go by the woodland path, Bawly, and I’ll go by way of the pond and we’ll see who will get home first.”
 
“All right,” said Bawly, so on he through the woods, going as fast as he could, for he wanted to beat. And Bully swam as fast as he could in the water, carrying the sugar, for it was in a rubber bag, so it wouldn’t get wet. But now I’m going to tell you what happened to Bawly.
 
He was hopping along, carrying the lemons, when all at once he heard some one calling to him:
 
“Hello, little frog, are you a good jumper?”
 
Bawly looked all around, and there right by a great, big stone he saw a , ugly fox. At first Bawly was going to throw a lemon at the bad animal, to scare him away, and then he happened to think that the lemons were soft and wouldn’t hurt the fox very much.
 
“Don’t be afraid,” said the fox, “I won’t bite you. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, little frog,” and then the fox came slowly from behind the stone, and Bawly saw that both the sly creature’s front feet were from the , like Uncle Wiggily’s, so the fox couldn’t run at all. Bawly knew he could easily away from him, as the sly animal couldn’t go any faster than a .
 
“Oh, I guess the reason you won’t hurt me, is because you can’t catch me,” said Bawly, slow and careful-like.
 
“Oh, I wouldn’t hurt you, anyhow,” went on the fox, trying not to show how hungry he was, for really, you know, he wanted to eat Bawly, but he knew he couldn’t catch him, with his sore feet, so he was trying to think of another way to get hold of him. “I just love frogs,” said the fox.
 
“I guess you do,” thought Bawly. “You like them too much. I’ll keep well away from you.”
 
“But what I want to know,” continued the fox, “is whether you are a good jumper, Bawly.”
 
“Yes, I am—pretty good,” said the frog boy.
 
“Could you jump over this stone?” asked the fox, slyly, pointing to a little one.
 
“Easily,” said Bawly, and ............