boy, intending to
grab him up in his sharp beak.

"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
hopped along, and hid under a stone where the big, big savage 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, for the bird wouldn't dare
go right up to Bully's house. Then, all of a sudden, Bully saw a poor
old mouse lady going along through the woods, with a basket of chips on
her arm. She had picked them up where some men were cutting wood, and
the mouse lady intended to put the chips in her kitchen stove, and boil
the teakettle with them.

She walked along, when, all of a sudden, she stumbled on an acorn, and
fell down, basket and all, and she hurt her paw on a thorn, so she
couldn't carry the basket any more.

"Oh, that's too bad!" exclaimed Bully. "I must help the poor mouse
lady." So, forgetting all about the savage, long-billed bird, waiting to
grab him, out from under a stone hopped Bully, and he picked up the
basket of chips for the poor mouse lady.

"Oh, thank you kindly, little frog boy," she said, and then the heron
made a rush for Bully and the mouse lady and tried to stick them both
with his sharp beak.

"Oh, quick! Quick! Hop in here with me!" exclaimed the mouse lady, as
she poin