"Oh Father," said a little
Frog to the big one sitting by the
side of a pool, "I have seen such
a terrible monster! It was as big as
a mountain, with horns on its head,
and a long tail, and it had hoofs
divided in two."
"Tush, child, tush," said the
old Frog, "that was only Farmer
White's Ox. It isn't so big either;
he may be a little bit taller than
I, but I could easily make myself
quite as broad; just you see."
So he blew himself out, and blew
himself out, and blew himself out.
"Was he as big as that?" asked he.
"Oh, much bigger than that," said
the young Frog.
Again the old one blew himself out,
and asked the young one if the Ox
was as big as that.
"Bigger, father, bigger," was the
So the Frog took a deep breath, and
blew and blew and blew, and swelled
and swelled and swelled.