62 LITTLE FOLKS 
This little fellow is the "edible" frog. That means he is 
eatable ; and very nice he is to eat, too. You would never laugh 
at any one else after you had once eaten the delicate white meat 
that grows under his green skin. It tastes like tender young 
chicken, and I am sure I don't see why a frog isn't as pleasant to 
eat as a horrid-looking lobster. 
The edible frog has a cousin — the Green Tree Frog. This 
dainty little fellow is quite small, and lives on trees. His coat is 
green, too, but it is a lighter color. If he is not so dignified as his 
cousin, he is much more graceful. 
Under his toes he has tiny suckers which enable him to hold 
on to the tree, no matter how smooth it may be, and even on to 
the under side of a leaf. To match his light coat, his vest is 
white, and he, too, spends his winters in a snug mud-bed at the 
bottom of a pond. 
But there's still another of the family — though he's a foreigner 
and lives in Borneo. He is a large tree frog, and can fly, at least 
after a fashion. He has no wings, but very long toes with skin 
between them, like a duck's. When he spreads them he can take 
a flying sort of a leap, and co;ne safely to the ground. He is four 
inches long. 
The Amazon is the paradise of frogs. They are found there 
of all sizes, from the tiny atom of a frog that crawls up on a blade 
of grass, and sits there an inch above the water and chirps, up to 
the monster a foot in diameter, which I'm sure I never could call 
my little neighbor. 
Men are not the only creatures who like to eat frogs. Among 
their worst enemies are the snakes, and the cunning little fellows 
have a droll way of getting out of a snake's clutches. When 
seized by one of this family, the frog at once swells himself out as 
big as he can, and if the snake is not one of the monsters, he can't 
swallow such a big frog, and so lets him go. 
You know the noise that frogs make in our country. I'll tell 
you what a naturalist (who has been there) says they say on the 
Amazon. 
" Quack, quack ; drum, drum ; hoo, hoo," and very pleasant it 
is to hear — he says. 
There is a very curious story told of a frog found in France 
and Switzerland. After Mamma Frog has laid the eggs, she goes 
away and takes no further notice of them. Then the virtues of 
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