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"Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Toad, that you've got a tongue long enough to
reach way over to where that ant was?" he asked.
Old Mr. Toad chuckled again. With every insect swallowed he felt better
natured. "You've guessed it, Peter," said he. "Handy tongue, isn't it?"
"I think it's a very queer tongue," retorted Peter, "and I don't understand
it at all. If it's so long as all that, where do you keep it when it isn't
in use? I should think you'd have to swallow it to get it out of the way,
or else leave it hanging out of your mouth."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" laughed Old Mr. Toad. "My tongue never is in the way,
and it's the handiest tongue in the world. I'll show it to you."
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