| Kindergarten Gems|
|by Agnes Taylor Ketchum|
|A full collection of stories and rhymes for the youngest listeners. In addition to the usual fairy tales, folk tales, and fables, there are numerous stories about animals, tales of everyday doings, and stories of the seasons. The material is conveniently arranged in groups, with several stories and rhymes for each holiday and season throughout the year. Numerous black and white illustrations complement the text. Ages 4-8 |
MY NEIGHBOR IN GREEN.
 I HAVE a curious little neighbor who always wears a green coat and
has some droll ways. The coat is not plain green either; it is relieved
by wavy, black stripes and gorgeously trimmed with three bands of gold
color down the back. Then he has a most dainty vest of gray, green
pantaloons, very tight, and a pair of gold spectacles. He is a very
dignified person, and his gold specks make him look as wise as an owl. I
said he was my neighbor, and he is, for he lives in a pond not far off. I
suppose if you were to see him sitting on the bank there some morning,
you would call him a frog!
A droll thing about this little fellow is that when he was a little
baby he wasn't a frog but a little fish. He had a tail and gills and swam
around in the water like other fish. He was called a tadpole and ate
vegetable matter. As he grew a wonderful change came over him. In the
first place his gills withered away. After a while a pair of legs burst out
of his skin. They grew quite long, and then another pair burst out in front
of the first ones, and he became the possessor of a tongue. The next thing
that happened was his long tail shrank away, his lungs developed, and at
last he hopped out of the water a perfect frog. If you think this too
strange to be true you can see the whole thing for yourself. Any time in
the spring go to the nearest pond where you will find plenty of the eggs
floating on the surface. Gather a few and put diem in water. Then keep
close watch of diem and you'll see gill these wonders. Dnring the summer
my little neighbor is a great eater, devouring a host of insects, worms and
such things. But in the fall he becomes melancholy and leaves off eating.
And when the weather gets too cool for his light coat, he has no furs or
feather overcoat you know, he buries himself snugly in the mud at the
bottom of his native pond and goes to sleep for the winter. A pretty good
nap I should think. He is often frozen but he doesn't much care for that.
The first warm weather of spring brings him out lively and bright as ever.
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