I'll tell you what let's do," suggested Bully. "You go by the woodland
path, Bawly, and I'll go by way of the pond and we'll see who will get
home first."

"All right," said Bawly, so on he hopped through the woods, going as
fast as he could, for he wanted to beat. And Bully swam as fast as he
could in the water, carrying the sugar, for it was in a rubber bag, so
it wouldn't get wet. But now I'm going to tell you what happened to
Bawly.

He was hopping along, carrying the lemons, when all at once he heard
some one calling to him:

"Hello, little frog, are you a good jumper?"

Bawly looked all around, and there right by a great, big stone he saw a
savage, ugly fox. At first Bawly was going to throw a lemon at the bad
animal, to scare him away, and then he happened to think that the lemons
were soft and wouldn't hurt the fox very much.

"Don't be afraid," said the fox, "I won't bite you. I wouldn't hurt you
for the world, little frog," and then the fox came slowly from behind
the stone, and Bawly saw that both the sly creature's front feet were
lame from the rheumatism, like Uncle Wiggily's, so the fox couldn't run
at all. Bawly knew he could easily hop away from him, as the sly animal
couldn't go any faster than a snail.

"Oh, I guess the reason you won't hurt me, is because you can't catch
me," said Bawly, slow and careful-like.

"Oh, I wouldn't hurt you, anyhow," went on the fox, trying not to show
how hungry he was, for really, you know, he wanted to eat Bawly, but he
knew he couldn't catch him, with his sore feet, so he was trying to
think of another way to get hold of him. "I just love frogs," said the
fox.

"I guess you do," thought Bawly. "You like them too much. I'll keep well
away from you."

"But what I want to know," continued the fox, "is whether you are a good
jumper, Bawly."

"Yes, I am--pretty good," said the frog boy.

"Could you jump over this stone?" asked the fox, slyly, pointing to a
little one.

"Easily," said Bawly, and he did it, lemons and all.

"Could you jump over that stump?" asked the fox, pointing to a big one.

"Easily," answered Bawly, and he did it, lemons and all.

"Ha! Here is a hard one," said the fox. "Could you jump over my head?"

"Easily," replied Bawly, and he did it, lemons and all.

"Well, you certainly are a good jumper," spoke the fox, wagging his
bushy tail with a puzzled air. "I know something you can't do, though."

"What is it?" inquired Bawly.

"Yo