Then Mr. cricket frog puffed out his yellow throat and began to sing.
He was so timid—this Mr. cricket frog—that when he saw a stranger he would sometimes play dead.
Mr. cricket frog was very polite, later, when Chirpy spoke to him about moving.
When she shut her eyes, and pulled her feet under her body, she wasn't aware that Mr. cricket frog was just as alarmed as she was.
If Mr. cricket frog was in trouble, Chirpy knew of no way to help him.
Ever since a splash near-by had interrupted their talk, Mr. cricket frog had not swum a single stroke.
But when Mr. cricket frog came down again he landed squarely upon another lily-pad.
