Frog's Flying Adventure (3 page)

Raccoon saw them take off.

“Come back, Frog,” she yelled. “Frogs do not fly.”

Frog waved.

“This one does!” he shouted.

They were going up. And up.

Oh, this was not good at all.

Frog clung to Seagull's feathers.

“You are pulling my feathers. It hurts!” Seagull yelled.

“Be careful! You are going too fast!”
Frog yelled back. “Look out for that tree. You are going to hit it! If you are my friend, put me down. I do not like this. I am going to be sick. I am sliding off.”

Frog wrapped his long legs around Seagull.

He had never been so afraid.

They flew over fields.

“Look down!”
Seagull shouted. “There is a horse. Look! There is a cow.”

“Yes! Yes!”
Frog screamed.

He had closed his eyes tight.

He opened them a little and looked down.

A horse. A cow.

His stomach hurt.

“We will go back now,” Seagull said.

“Yes, yes,” Frog said. “Back.”

“There is your pond,” Seagull told him.

Frog took his first deep breath. “Thank goodness.”

His pond was the nicest thing he had ever seen.

Seagull skimmed down.

Frog slid off his back.

His legs shook.

He bent over and kissed the ground.

“Now you have seen a cow and a horse,” Seagull told him.

Frog nodded. “Thank you, Seagull. Thank you for the nice ride.”

“You are welcome.” Seagull flew away.

All Frog's friends were waiting.

“Thank goodness,” little Jumping Mouse told him.

“We were worried.” Possum came and kissed his cheek. “Did you see a lot of interesting things?”

“Oh yes.” Frog tried to remember.

Was the black animal a cow or a horse?

Was the brown one a horse or a cow?

It didn't matter. He had seen them both.

He had been on a great flying adventure.

And now he was home safely.

Life was good.

Frog sat on his rock.

“Are you all right, Frog?” Possum asked.

“I could not sleep last night. Or the night before.”

Raccoon looked worried. “Why?”

“I do not know,” Frog said.

“We will have to do something,” Squirrel told him.

They went away.

When his friends came back that night Rabbit brought a cup of tea.

“It is carrot tea,” she told Frog. “It will help you sleep.”

“Thank you,” Frog said.

Possum brought a book.

It was called
Sleepy-Time Stories
.

“My little possums love these stories,” she said. “If you read them at night, you will sleep. I promise.”

“Thank you,” Frog said.

“I brought a lullaby,” little Jumping Mouse said.

“What is a lullaby?” Frog asked.

“It is a go-to-sleep song. It will make you fall asleep and dream pretty dreams. I dream of chocolate.”

“Thank you,” Frog said.