The sun was warm on his skin and he felt himself nodding a bit, so she lay down for a little nap, but before he could drift off to sleep, he heard a low noise coming from the direction of the lake. He sat up and looked toward the direction of the sound. Nothing. But there it was again, "Psssst. Pssst." Henry got up and walked toward the water's edge. Then he got a little distracted when he looked down and saw a small bullfrog treading water next to a rock. It's location had kept it hidden until he got close.
Henry knelt down to get a closer look at the frog. "Well, look at you," he said with quite a bit of interest in his voice.
"And look at you," the frog answered.
Henry fell on his bottom and started scrambling backward in the sand, kicking a lot of it into the lake as he did. "What the heck?!" he exclaimed.
"What the heck?" the frog repeated.
"Hey, frogs can't talk," Henry said. Getting to his feet, he started moving slowly back toward the water.
"Hey, frogs can't ta....oh, yes we can!" the frog answered, with a bit of a croak to his voice. He leaped up onto the rock and gathered his hind legs under his body before squatting down.
Henry squatted down next to the rock and stared at the frog. He couldn't believe this. A frog who could talk. The frog seemed to be staring at Henry, so he tried to think of something to say that might help end the silence. "Hey, I saw you floating around on the water earlier. You know, I've always wondered what makes things float. If you don't mind, I sure would like to know, sir frog," Henry began, trying to show a little respect.
