g to eat me?" asked Bully, sorrowfully.

"I certainly am," replied the wolf. "You just watch me. Oh, no, I
forgot. You can't see me eat you, but you can feel me, which is much the
same thing."

Then the wolf sharpened his teeth on a sharpening stone, and he got
ready to eat up the frog boy. Now Bully didn't want to be eaten, and I
don't blame him a bit; do you? He wanted to go play ball, and have a lot
of fun with his friends, and he was thinking what a queer world this is,
where you can be happy and singing a song, and eating a sugar cookie one
minute, and the next minute be caught by a wolf. But that's the way it
generally is.

Then, as Bully thought of how good the sugar cookie was he asked the
wolf:

"Will you let me go for a piece of cookie, Mr. Wolf?"

"Let me see the cookie," spoke the savage creature.

So Bully reached in his pocket, and took out the piece of cookie that he
was saving for Bawly. He knew Bawly would only be too glad to have the
wolf take it, if he let his brother Bully go.

But, would you ever believe it? That unpleasant and most extraordinary
wolf animal snatched the cookie from Bully's paw, ate it up with one
mouthful, and only smiled.

"Well, now, are you going to let me go?" asked Bully.

"No," said the wolf. "That cookie only made me more hungry. I guess I'll
eat you now, and then go look for your brother and eat him, too."

"Oh, will no one save me?" cried Bully in despair, and just then he
heard a rustling in the bushes. He looked up and there he saw Dottie
Trot, the little pony girl. She waved her hoof at Bully, and then the
frog boy knew she would save him if she could. So he thought of a plan,
while Dottie, with her new red hair ribbon tied in a pink bow, hid in
the bushes, where the wolf couldn't see her, and waited.

"Well, if you are going to eat me, Mr. Wolf," said Bully, most politely,
after a while, "will you grant me one favor before you do so?"

"What is it?" asked the wolf, still sharpening his teeth.

"Let me take one last hop before I die?" asked Bully.

"Very well," answered the wolf. "One hop and only one, remember. And
don't think you can get away, for I can run faster than you can hop."

Bully knew that, but he was thinking of Dottie Trot. So the wolf took
his paws off Bully, and the frog boy got ready to take a last big hop.
He looked over through the bushes, and saw the pony girl, and then he
gave a great, big, most tremendous and extraordinarily strenu