"I don't want to get drowned, either; so let me in, too."
"Well, come in, Big Frog"; and they huddled together to make room for him.
The big frog came in. In a little while he took a big breath and puffed out his sides.
The little frogs all cried, "Oh, don't do that. You are squeezing us."
The big frog said nothing, but after a while he again took a long breath and puffed out his sides still more.
Then the little frogs cried, "Oh, oh! you are squeezing us so that we can't stand it."
The big frog answered, "Well, if you don't like it in here, Young Frogs, you 'd better get out"; and he took another big breath and squeezed the little frogs so hard that they were pushed out into the cold rain.
"And did the poor little frogs have to stay out in the rain all day?" asked Juañita.
"Oh, that did n't hurt them!" answered her brother. "Frogs are always crying for rain, and when it does n't come they find a creek or a spring. See that one now in the brass buttons. Just watch me hit him." But Antonio's carefully aimed acorn missed the shining little green coat.
