'Well then,' said Toad, 'a little more sleep will not hurt me.'

Toad got to Frog’s house. He looked in the window. 'Good,' said Toad. 'Frog is not home. He will never guess who raked his leaves.'

Frog pushed Toad out of bed. He pushed him out of the house and onto the front porch. Toad blinked in the bright sun.

'These must be the most frightened seeds in the whole world!'

Frog walked into the house. It was dark. All the shutters were closed. 'Toad, where are you?' called Frog.

'Go away,' said the voice from a corner of the room.

'But Toad,' said Frog. 'I am happy.'

Frog swam back to Toad. 'I am sorry. Toad,' he said. 'Everyone wants to see how you will look.'

'Then I will stay right here until they go away,' said Toad.

Bang! The sled hit a tree. Thud! The sled hit a rock. Plop! The sled dived into the snow.

Frog came running up the path. 'What is all this noise,' he asked.

'My seeds will not grow,' said Toad.

'You are shouting too much,' said Frog. 'These poor seeds are afraid to grow.'

'Hello Crow,' shouted Toad. 'Look at Frog and me. We can ride a sled better than anybody in the world!'