e hopped and pretty soon he could hear a funny buzzing noise.

"Those are the mosquitoes," said the frog boy. "I am almost at the deep,
dark, dismal woods. Now I must be brave, as my Grandpa was when he
hunted blackberries; and, so that I may be very strong, to kill all the
mosquitoes, I'll eat part of my lunch now."

So Bawly sat down under a toadstool, for it was very hot, and he ate
part of his lunch. He could hear the mosquitoes buzzing louder and
louder, and he knew there must be many of them; thousands and thousands.

"Well, here I go!" exclaimed the frog boy at length, as he wrapped up in
a paper what was left of his lunch, and got his bean shooter all ready.
"Now for the battle. Charge! Forward, March! Bang-bang! Bung-bung!" and
he made a noise like a fife and drum going up hill.

"Well, I wonder what that can be coming into our woods?" asked one
mosquito of another as he stopped buzzing his wings a moment.

"It looks like a frog boy," was the reply of a lady mosquito.

"It is," spoke a third mosquito, sharpening his biting bill on a stone.
"Let's sting him so he'll never come here again."

"Yes, let's do it!" they all agreed.

So they all got ready with their stingers, and Bawly hopped nearer and
nearer. They were just going to pounce on him and bite him to pieces
when he suddenly shot a lot of beans at them, hitting quite a number of
mosquitoes and killing a few.

"My! What's this? What's this?" cried the mosquitoes that weren't
killed. "What is happening?" and they were very much surprised, not to
say startled.

"This must be a war!" said some others. "This frog boy is fighting us!"

"That's just what I'm doing!" cried Bawly bravely. "I'm punishing you
for what you did to Grandfather Croaker! Bang-bang! Bung-bung! Shoot!
Fire! Aim! Forward, March!" and with that he shot some more beans at the
mosquitoes, killing hundreds of them so they could never more bite
little babies or boys and girls, to say nothing of papas and mammas and
aunts and uncles.

Oh, how brave Bawly was with his bean shooter! He made those mosquitoes
dance around like humming birds, and they were very much frightened.
Then Bawly took a rest and ate some more of his lunch, laying his bean
shooter down on top of a stump.

"Now the battle will go on again!" he cried, when he had eaten the last
crumb and felt very strong. But, would you believe me, while he was
eating, those mosquitoes had sneaked up and taken away his bean shooter