One nice warm day, as No-Tail, the frog boy, was along through the woods, he felt so very happy that he whistled a little on a whistle he made from a 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.
 
”I swim, I , I , I ,
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.
 
“Try to jump up to the moon,” went on the voice. “Don’t you remember what happened to your brother Bawly when he tried to jump over the church steeple? Don’t do it, I beg of you.”
 
“Oh, I wasn’t really going to jump to the moon,” went on Bully. “I only put that in the song to make it sound nice. But who are you, if you please?” for the frog boy looked all around and he couldn’t see any one.
 
“Here I am, over here,” the voice said, and then out from behind a of tall, waving cat-tail plants, that grew in a pond of water, there stepped a long-legged bird, with a long, sharp bill like a pencil or a penholder.
 
“Oh ho! So it’s you, is it?” asked Bully, making ready to hop away, for as soon as he saw that long-legged and sharp-billed bird, he knew right away that he was in danger. For the bird was a heron, which is something like a that lives on chimneys in a country called Holland. And the heron bird eats frogs and mice and little animals like that.
 
“Yes, it is I,” said the heron. “Won’t you please sing that song on your whistle again, Bully? I am very fond of music.” And, as he said that, the heron slyly took another step nearer to the frog boy, intending to grab him up in his sharp .
 
“I—I don’t believe I have time to sing another verse,” answered Bully. “And anyhow, there aren’t any more verses. So I’ll be going,” and he along, and hid under a stone where the big, big bird couldn’t get him.
 
Oh, my! how angry the heron was when he saw that he couldn’t fool Bully. He stamped his long legs on the ground and said all sorts of mean things, just because Bully didn’t want to be eaten up.
 
“Now I wonder how I’m going to get away from here without that bird biting me?” thought poor Bully, after a while.
 
Well, it did seem a hard thing to do, for the heron was there waiting for Bully to come out, when he would jab his bill right through the frog boy. Then Bully thought and thought, which you must always do when you are in trouble, or have hard examples at school, and finally Bully thought of a plan.
 
“I’ll hop along and go from one stone to another,” he said to himself, “and by hiding under the different rocks the heron can’t get me.”
 
So he tried that plan, hopping very quickly, and he got along all right, for every time the heron tried to stick the frog boy with his sharp bill, the bird would pick at a stone, under which Bully was hidden, and that would make him more angry than ever. I mean it would make the heron angry, not Bully.
 
Well, the frog boy was almost home, and he knew that pretty soon the heron would have to turn back and run away, f............