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177 <div class="dcp-chap26">   <h2 style='padding-right: 200px;'>THE FROG WHO THOUGHT HERSELF SICK</h2> By the edge of the marsh lived a young Frog, who thought a great deal about herself and much less about other people. Not that it was wrong to think so much of herself, but it certainly was unfortunate that she should have so little time left in which to think of others and of the beautiful world. Early in the morning this Frog would awaken and lean far over the edge of a pool to see how178 she looked after her night's rest. Then she would give a spring, and come down with a splash in the cool water for her morning bath. For a while she would swim as fast as her dainty webbed feet would push her, then she would rest, sitting in the soft mud with just her head above the water. When her bath was taken, she had her breakfast, and that was the way in which she began her day. She did nothing but bathe and eat and rest, from sunrise to sunset. She had a fine, strong body, and had never an ache or a pain, but one day she got to thinking, "What if sometime I should be sick?" And then, because she thought about nothing but her own self, she was soon saying, "I am afraid I shall be sick." In a little while longer it was, "I certainly am sick." She crawled under a big toadstool, and sat there looking very glum indeed, until a Cicada came along. She told the Cicada179 how sick she felt, and he told his cousins, the Locusts, and they told their cousins, the Grasshoppers, and they told their cousins, the Katydids, and then everybody told somebody else, and started for the toadstool where the young Frog sat. The more she had thought of it, the worse she felt, until, by the time the meadow people came crowding around, she was feeling very sick indeed. "Where do you feel badly?" they cried, and, "How long have you been sick?" and one Cricket stared with big eyes, and said, "How dr-r-readfully she looks!" The young Frog felt weaker and weaker, and answered in a faint little voice that she had felt perfectly well until after breakfast, but that now she was quite sure her skin was getting dry, and "Oh dear!" and "Oh dear!" Now everybody knows that Frogs breathe through their skins as well as through their noses, and for a Frog's skin180 to get dry is very serious, for then he cannot breathe through it; so, as soon as she said that, everybody was frightened and wanted to do something for her at once. Some of the timid ones began to weep, and the others bustled around, getting in each other's way and all trying to do something different. One wanted to wrap her in mullein leaves, another wanted her to nibble a bit of the peppermint which grew near, a third thought she should be kept moving, and that was the way it went. Just when everybody was at his wits' end, the old Tree Frog came along. "Pukr-r-rup! What is the matter with you?" he said. "Oh!" gasped the young Frog, weakly, "I am sure my skin is getting dry, and I feel as though I had something in my head." "Umph!" grunted the Tree Frog to himself, "I guess there isn't enough in her head to ever make her sick; and, as181 for her skin, it isn't dry yet, and nobody knows that it ever will be." But as he was a wise old fellow and had learned much about life, he knew he must not say such things aloud. What he did say was, "I heard there was to be a great race in the pool this morning." The young Frog lifted her head quite quickly, saying: "You did? Who are the racers?" "Why, all the young Frogs who live around here. It is too bad that you cannot go." "I don't believe it would hurt me any," she said. "You might take cold," the Tree Frog said; "besides, the exercise would tire you." "Oh, but I am feeling much better," the young Frog said, "and I am certain it will do me good." "You ought not to go," insisted all the older meadow people. "You really ought not."182 "I don't care," she answered, "I am going anyway, and I am just as well as anybody." And she did go, and it did seem that she was as strong as ever. The people all wondered at it, but the Tree Frog winked his eyes at them and said, "I knew that it would cure her." And then he, and the Garter Snake, and the fat, old Cricket laughed together, and all the younger meadow people wondered at what they were laughing. </div> <hr style="width: 100%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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