Frog!" he groaned. "He made
me stand still a long time. And that was when he sewed my coat up the
back.... What can I do?" he asked helplessly.
"If I were you I'd go straight to Mr. Frog's shop and make him take
the stitches out," Fatty Coon said. "And if he has any more of those
gingersnaps, I wish you'd let me know."
XVIII
AN UNLUCKY NUMBER
As soon as old Mr. Crow pushed open the door of Mr. Frog's tailor's shop,
Mr. Frog jumped up quickly. He had been sitting cross-legged upon a
table, sewing. And when he leaped off the table he sprang so high that
his head struck the ceiling.
"What's that noise?" Mr. Crow asked him nervously, when Mr. Frog had
landed upon his feet. "It sounded like thunder; but there's not a cloud
in the sky."
"It was my head," Mr. Frog explained. "It hit the ceiling, you know."
"Oh!" said Mr. Crow. "It made a very hollow sound. But I am not
surprised. I have already learned that your head is quite empty."
"It's certainly not solid," Mr. Frog agreed pleasantly. No matter what
happened, he never lost his temper.
But Mr. Crow was different. _He_ was angry.
"You've got me into a pretty fix!" said he. "And now you must get me out
of it.
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