Frog pulled the coat here and patted it there. He backed away and looked
at it, with his head on one side; and then he stood on his head and
looked at it, with his legs dangling in the air.
"It's a perfect fit," he assured Mr. Crow, finally. And then he caught up
a needle and thread and busied himself behind Mr. Crow's back for a long
time.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Crow inquired at last. "I'm getting tired of
standing still."
"Just fixing it!" answered Mr. Frog. "It'll be finished in a minute."
And it was. He stuck his needle into Mr. Crow, to let him know it was
done.
Mr. Crow jumped half way across the room. "Why did you do that?" he asked
hotly.
"I wanted to break my thread," Mr. Frog explained pleasantly. "It's the
quickest way of breaking a thread that I know of."
"You look out, or I'll break something else for you," Mr. Crow squawked,
for he was thoroughly enraged. "And now," he added, "I'll pay you what I
owe before leaving. I owe thirteen of something."
Then Mr. Frog surprised him.
"I've decided not to take any pay," he announced. "I hear that thirteen
is an unlucky number."
"Is that so?" Mr. Frog exclaimed. "Perhaps it is.
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