TADPOLE TO BULLFROG 
“We must be going home before long,” said Uncle 
Jack, as they walked along the bank of the creek. 
“Why so soon?” asked Fred. 
“There is a dark cloud coming, and I think that it 
will rain after a while,” said Uncle Jack. “The cloud 
has already covered the sun.” 
“Let’s find just one more treasure before we go,” said 
Marylee. 
“Please! Please!” begged the others. 
Before Uncle Jack could answer, they heard something 
on the bank of the creek. 
“Chug-er-um! Chug-er-um! Chug-er-um!” 
“What is that?” whispered Bess. She was so fright¬ 
ened that she could not talk very well. It was a big 
voice, and it came from the shrubs and plants at the 
edge of the water. 
Uncle Jack laughed and said, “That is your next treas¬ 
ure. Let’s see if we can find him.” 
“Chug-er-um! Chug-er-um! Chug-er-um!” said the 
voice again. 
“I don’t think that I want to find that treasure,” said 
Marylee. 
“Tut! Tut! Marylee,” said Uncle Jack, as he put his 
arm around her. “It is nothing that will hurt you. That 
is only a big bullfrog. He is telling everyone how glad 
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