The next time he began to speak, he had barely said “Kerrump!” whe the Crane had him by the leg. The Crane stood not far from the boaster, and he determined to silence him once for all. The pond had been still so long that many of the Frogs were singing their pleasant chorus, and above them all there boomed the deep voice of the third and last Bullfrog, saying: It was a mink, with his slender brown body and wicked eyes, and he had crept very close to the Crane, hoping to seize him at his meal! So the second Frog got away too but he was so dreadfully frightened that he never spoke again.Īfter a long time the Crane got over his fright and he became very hungry once more. Just as he had the Frog by one hind leg, the Crane saw something that made him let go, flap his broad wings and fly awkwardly away to the furthest shore. The Crane’s head and most of his long neck disappeared under the water, and all over the pond the little Frogs went splash! splash! into the deepest holes to be out of the way. He went round the pond without making any noise, and pounced upon the second Frog, who was sitting up in plain sight, swelling his chest with pride, for he really thought now that he was the sole chief of the pond. “Kerrump! kerrump! I’m chief of this pond!” The first Frog was silent, but from the opposite bank the second Frog croaked boastfully: Now he rested awhile on one leg, and listened. He drew back for a second, and the Frog got safely away! But the Crane did not lose his dinner after all, for about his leg was curled a large black water snake, and that made a fair meal. The Crane almost had him, when something cold and slimy wound itself about one of his legs. The old Frog gave a frightened croak, and kicked violently in his efforts to get away, while over the quiet pond, splash! splash! went the startled little Frogs into deep water. He was very hungry that evening, and when he heard the deep voice of the first Bullfrog he stepped briskly up to him and made a quick pass under the broad leaf with his long, cruel bill. Now a long-legged white Crane was standing near by, well hidden by the coarse grass that grew at the water’s edge. “Kerrump! kerrump! I’m chief of this pond!” boasted a third old Frog from the furthest shore of the pond. “Kerrump! kerrump! I’m chief of this pond!” replied a hoarse voice from the opposite bank. “Kerrump! kerrump! I’m chief of this pond!” croaked a very large bullfrog, sitting in the shade of a water lily leaf. Some were high and shrill, and these were the voices of the little Frogs who did not like to be reminded of the days when they had tails and no legs. Some voices were low and deep – these were the oldest and wisest of the Frogs at least, they were old enough to have learned wisdom. On every warm night of spring, the voices of the Frogs arose in a cheerful chorus. Among the rushes and reeds and in the quiet water there dwelt a large tribe of Frogs. The shores of the pond were set with ranks of tall bulrushes that waved crisply in the wind, and in the shallow bays there were fleets of broad water lily leaves. Produced in sumptuous velvet and with a plain cotton reverse, it’s finished with fringed edging.In the heart of the woods there lay a cool, green pond. Matching Oxford pillowcases are available separately.Ĭontrast with a white cotton percale Oxford pillowcase (measuring 74 x 48 + 5cm) edged with blue scalloped embroidery for an extra layer of detail.Ĭomplete the bed with a complementary feather filled accessory cushion and placed crane motif. The duvet cover is available in four sizes (single, double, king and super king) with a scalloped edge vertical stripe on the reverse and concealed button fastening. Printed on 200 thread count BCI cotton sateen, the design’s Emperor ducks, characterful frogs and regal koi carp pair with irises and roses to recreate the spirit of the 1930s. Inspired by painted silk and hand drawn in the Sanderson studio, Crane and Frog tells the story of English water gardens.
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