“, what are you doing?” the frog boy’s mother called to him one day, as she heard him making a funny noise.  
“Oh, mother, I am just counting to see how many marbles I have,” he answered.
 
“Well, would you mind going to the store for me?” asked Mrs. No-Tail. “I was going to make a cake, but I find I have no cocoanut to put on top.”
 
“Oh, indeed, I’ll go for you, mother, right away!” cried Bully, quickly, for he was very fond of cocoanut cake. But I guess he would have gone to the store anyhow, even if his mamma had only wanted vinegar, or lemons, or a cake.
 
So off he started, whistling a little about a fuzzy-wuzzy cat, who drank a lot of milk and had a crinkly Sunday dress, made out of yellow silk.
 
“Well, I feel better after that!” exclaimed Bully, as he along, sailing high in the air, above the clouds. Oh, there I go again! I was thinking of Dickie Chip-Chip, the sparrow. No, Bully hopped along on the ground, and pretty soon he came to the store and bought the cocoanut for the cake.
 
He was home, hoping his mamma would give him and his brother Bawly some of the cake when it was baked, when, just as he came near a pond of water he heard some one crying. Oh, such a sad, pitiful cry as it was, and at first Bully thought it might be some bad wolf, or fox, or , crying because it hadn’t any dinner, and didn’t see anything to catch to eat for supper.
 
“I must look out that they don’t catch me,” thought Bully, and he took tight hold of the cocoanut, and through the bushes. And what did he see but poor Kittie Kat—you remember her, I dare say; she was a sister to Joie and Tommie Kat—there was Kittie Kat, crying as if her heart would break, and right in front of her was a fox, wiggling his bushy tail to and fro, and snapping his cruel and sharp teeth.
 
“Now I’ve caught you!” cried the fox. “I’ve been waiting a good while, but I have you now.”
 
“Yes, I—I guess you have,” said poor Kittie, for the fox had hold of the handle of a little basket that Kittie was carrying, and wouldn’t let go. In the basket was a nice cornmeal pie that Kittie was taking to Grandfather Goosey Gander, when the fox caught her. “Will you please let me go?” begged poor Kittie Kat.
 
“No,” replied the bad fox. “I’m going to eat you up—all up!”
 
Well, Kittie cried harder than ever at that, but she still kept hold of the basket with the cornmeal pie in it, and the fox also had hold of it. And Bully was hiding behind the bushes where neither of them could see him—hiding and waiting.
 
“Oh, I must save Kittie from that fox!” he thought. “How can I do it?”
 
So Bully thought and thought, and thought of a plan. Then he leaned forward and whispered in Kittie’s ear, so low that the fox couldn’t hear him:
 
“Let go of the basket, Kittie,” he told her, “and then give a big jump and run up a tree.”
 
Well, Kittie was quite surprised to hear Bully whispering out of the bushes to her, for she didn’t know that he was around, but she did as he told her to. She suddenly let go of the basket handle, and the fox was so surprised that he nearly fell over sideways. And before he could straighten himself up Kittie Kat jumped back, and up a tree she before you could shake a stick at her, even if you wanted to. You see, she never thought of going up a tree until Bully told her to.
 
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