“Golden laddie,“ said he, “do not stay here. Take the magic carriage; it is now yours. Ride in it far and wide; seek out every marsh and every creature who suffers torment, whether they be young tadpoles or grandfather frogs. Play for them your magic songs to cure their pain. Bless the whole world with health, and may you keep well yourself a thousand years!“
Thus the Frog spoke, and with one hip-hop, hop-hip, he vanished under the water.
