The Insect Folk

Come, children; come with me. Come to a pond I know of. See how the water shines in the sun. Over there is an old log lying on the edge of the pond. It is covered with green moss, and a green frog is sitting on one end of it. Let us go and sit on the other end. Goop! he says, and–plump! he has jumped into the water. That is too bad, frog; we did not mean to disturb you. How pretty it is here!