.

"Oh, this is terrible!" cried Bawly, as he saw that his tin shooter was
gone. "Now I can't fight them any more."

Then the mosquitoes knew that the frog boy didn't have his bean-gun with
him, for they had hid it, and they stung him, so much that maybe, they
would have stung him to death if it hadn't happened that Dickie and
Nellie Chip-Chip, the sparrows, flew along just then. Into the swarm of
mosquitoes the birds flew, and they caught hundreds of them in their
bills and killed them, and the rest were so frightened that they flew
away, and in that manner Bawly was saved.

So that's how he went hunting all alone, and when he got home his
Grandpa Croaker and all the folks thought him very brave. Now, in case I
see a red poodle dog, with yellow legs, standing on his nose while he
wags his tail at the pussy cat, I'll tell you next about Papa No-Tail
and the giant.

STORY XIII

PAPA NO-TAIL AND THE GIANT

Did you ever hear the story of the giant with two heads, who
chased a whale, and caught him by the tail, and tickled the terrible
monster with a big, crooked hickory fence rail?

Well, I'm not going to tell you a story about that giant, but about
another, who had only one head, though it was a very large one, and this
giant nearly scared Papa No-Tail, the frog gentleman, into a conniption
fit, which is almost as bad as the epizootic.

It happened one day that there wasn't any work for Mr. No-Tail to do at
the wallpaper factory, where he dipped his feet in ink and hopped around
to make funny black, and red, and green, and purple splotches, so they
would turn out to be wallpaper patterns. The reason there was no work
was because the Pelican bird drank up all the ink in his big bill, so
they couldn't print any paper.

"I have a holiday," said Papa No-Tail, as he hopped about, "and I am
going to have a good time."

"What are you going to do?" asked Grandpa Croaker as he started off
across the pond to play checkers with Uncle Wiggily Longears.

"I think I will take Bully and Bawly and go for a swim, and then we'll
take a hop through the woods and perhaps we may find an adventure,"
answered Mr. No-Tail.

So he went up to the house, where Bully and Bawly, the two boy frogs,
were just getting ready to go out roller skating, and Mr. No-Tail asked
them if they didn't want to come with him instead.

"Indeed we do!" cried Bully, as he winked both eyes at his brother, for
he knew that when his papa took them