A TOAD WITH HORNS. 



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""Why, mamma!" he exclaimed, "it's ahve. It's Uke a toad; but 

 see what queer bunches it has on its head, like Httle horns." 



The toad sat perfectly still after its jSrst jump, and May came a 

 little nearer. 



" Will he bite, mamma, or poison us?" she asked. 



" Xo, May, I don't think he will bite. Papa must have sent him 

 from W^yoming. Don't 

 you remember he told 

 us about the horned 

 toads they had there ? " 



"Oh, yes, mamma; 

 that's it ! What a funny 

 fellow he is ! How can 

 we keep him?" 



" What shall we call 

 him?" 



"What will he eat?" 



" Wait," mamma said, 

 time. I think you had 

 box now, and come to 

 waiting for you for some time." 



" All right, mamma. I should think the toad would be hungry, 

 too. He has been waiting a good while for his dinner." 



After dinner mamma gave the children an old bird-cage to keep 

 their pet in. They gave him a good meal of flies and bread-crumbs, 

 which he seemed to like very much. 



They talked of a great many names for him, but at last called 

 him Joe. The last time I heard from them Joe was very tame and 

 knew his name. He was a great pet with all the children in the 

 neighborhood. 



one question at a 

 l)etter put him in the 

 dinner. I have been 



