u knocked down a piece of bark, and it hit me on
the beak. And for that I'm going to take you home and cook you for
dinner," the owl hooted.

"Oh, please, please don't!" begged poor Johnnie, but the owl said he
would, just the same, and he began to get ready to fly off to his nest
with the squirrel.

"Ha, I must stop that, if it's possible," thought Bully, the frog, who
was still hiding behind the stump. "I mustn't let the owl carry Johnnie
away. But how can I stop him?" Bully peeked around the edge of the stump
and saw the owl squeezing poor Johnnie tighter and tighter in his claws.

"Ah, I have it!" cried Bully. "My water bottle and my marbles!" And with
that he hopped softly up on top of the stump, and leaning over the edge
he saw below him the owl holding Johnnie. Then Bully took the water
bottle, turned it upside down, and he sprinkled the water out as hard as
he could on that savage owl's back. Down it fell in a regular shower.

"My goodness me!" cried the owl. "It's raining and I have no umbrella!
I'll get all wet!"

Then Bully squirted out more water, shaking it from the bottle as hard
as he could, and he rattled his bag of marbles until they sounded like
thunder and hailstones, and the owl looked up, but couldn't see Bully on
the stump for the water was in his eyes. Then, being very much afraid of
rain and thunder storms, that bad owl bird suddenly flew away, leaving
Johnnie Bushytail on the ground, scared but safe.

"Ha! That's the time the water bottle did a good trick!" cried Bully, as
he went to see if Johnnie was hurt. But the squirrel wasn't, very much,
and he could soon scramble home, after thanking Bully very kindly.

And that owl was so wet that he caught cold and had the epizootic for a
week, and it served him right. Now in case the baby's rattle box doesn't
bounce into the pudding dish and scare the chocolate cake, I'll tell you
next about Bawly going hunting.

STORY XII

BAWLY N

"Oh, Grandpa, will you please tell us a story?" begged Bully and Bawly
No-Tail one evening after supper, when they sat beside the old gentleman
frog, who was reading a newspaper. "Do tell us a story about a giant."

"Ha! Hum!" exclaimed Grandpa Croaker. "I'm afraid I don't know any giant
stories, but I'll tell you one about how I once went hunting and was
nearly caught myself."

"Oh, that will be fine!" cried the two frog boys, so their Grandpa took
one of them up on each knee, and in his deepest, bass