Sometimes Seagull flew over Frog’s pond.
When he did, he stopped to float and talk.
“It must be nice to be able to fly,” Frog said.
“Yes, I go where I want to go. I see the world,” said Seagull.
“There are things I want to see,” Frog said. “I want to see a cow. And a horse. I want to see lots of things. But they are far from my pond.”
“I can take you,” Seagull said. “Here. Get on my back.”
“Really? It will be safe?” Frog asked.
“Absolutely. I have been flying for years. I have never had an accident.”
“All right. This will be an adventure,” Frog said.
Frog climbed on Seagull’s back.
Raccoon saw them take off.
“Come back, Frog,” she yelled. “Frogs do not fly.”
Frog waved.
“This one does!” he shouted.
Oh, this was not good at all.
Frog clung to Seagull’s feathers.
“You are pulling my feathers. It hurts!” Seagull yelled.
“Be careful! You are going too fast!” Frog yelled back. “Look out for that tree. You are going to hit it! If you are my friend, put me down. I do not like this. I am going to be sick. I am sliding off.”
Frog wrapped his long legs around Seagull.
He had never been so afraid.
“Look down!” Seagull shouted. “There is a horse. Look! There is a cow.”
“Yes! Yes!” Frog screamed.
He had closed his eyes tight.
He opened them a little and looked down.
A horse. A cow.
His stomach hurt.
“We will go back now,” Seagull said.
“Yes, yes,” Frog said. “Back.”
“There is your pond,” Seagull told him.
Frog took his first deep breath. “Thank goodness.”
His pond was the nicest thing he had ever seen.
Frog slid off his back.
His legs shook.
He bent over and kissed the ground.
“Now you have seen a cow and a horse,” Seagull told him.
Frog nodded. “Thank you, Seagull. Thank you for the nice ride.”
“You are welcome.” Seagull flew away.
All Frog’s friends were waiting.
“Thank goodness,” little Jumping Mouse told him.
“We were worried.” Possum came and kissed his cheek. “Did you see a lot of interesting things?”
“Oh yes.” Frog tried to remember.
Was the black animal a cow or a horse?
Was the brown one a horse or a cow?
It didn’t matter. He had seen them both.
He had been on a great flying adventure.
And now he was home safely.
Life was good.
