The Insect Folk - Margaret Warner Morley - Bog

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!