"A frog in the moon?" the children's voices chimed.
"Yes, a frog in the moon. I see it plainly. Besides, my people know the story of how the frog got in the moon."
Klayukat threaded his needle slowly. He started his line of stitches carefully, and then as he sewed he told this story.
In the days of the ancients the frog was very proud of his voice. He practiced singing all day and sometimes all night. When he heard a bird's song, he tried to sing the same notes.
Most of the birds just laughed at his attempts. They would call out, "Good there, Brother Frog! Now try this." Then they would sing higher, and trill and twist their notes in a sweet confusion.
Poor old Frog would try to follow their songs. He would stand on his tiptoes, but with all his trying he never could make musical sounds. Still he never was discouraged. He kept on singing day and night.
Now Whip-poor-will was not always good-natured. She liked to be alone, and she did not care to hear others sing. She thought that no one understood music as she did.
One night, after the other animals were asleep, she stole out alone into the dusk and began singing a
