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he were so used to catching his game that 

 it never occurred to him that he could miss. 

 When he opened his eyes and saw the cater- 

 pillar in the same place, he thought, evidently, 

 that it was another one which had come in 

 mysteriously on wings, as the flies were com- 

 ing to my bait. Again his tongue shot out, 

 and his eyes closed in a swallow of delight. 

 But there in front of him, as his eyes opened, 

 was another caterpillar. Such perfect har- 

 mony of supply and demand was never known 

 to a toad before. 



Again and again his tongue shot out, and 

 each shot was followed by a blink and a gulp. 

 All the while that he kept up this rapid 

 shooting he thought he was getting fresh 

 caterpillars; and all the while the hairy fel- 

 low was shrinking closer and closer together 

 and sticking his spines out like a porcupine. 

 But he was getting more mucilage on him 

 at every shot. " That caterpillar is getting 

 too stuck-up to live," presently said little 

 Johnnie, who was watch- 

 ing the game with me; 

 and at the word a hairy 



