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rog“HowluckyIam,”saidFrog,admiringhisreflectioninthewater.“IambeautifulandIcanswimandjumpbetterthananyone.Iamgreen,andgreenismyfavouritecolour.Beingafrogisthebestthinginthe

world.”“What

about

me

then?”

asked

Duck.

“I

am

all

white.Don’tyouthinkIambeautiful

too?”“No,”saidFrog.“There’snogreenonyouatall.”“ButIcanfly,”saidDuck,“andyou

can’t.”“Oh,yes?”saidFrog.“I’veneverseenyoufly.”“I’mabitlazy,”saidDuck,“butIcanfly.Watch.”She

took

a

run

up

and

flapped

her

wings

noisily.Then,suddenlyDuckrosefromthegroundandflewgracefullyintotheair.Sheflewroundafewtimesandthenlandedonthegrassinfrontof

Frog.“Fantastic!”criedFrog,fullofadmiration.“Iwanttoflytoo.”“Youcan’t,”saidDuck.“Youhaven’t

gotanywings.”Andshewenthomefeeling

happy.WhenFrogwasaloneagainhestartedtopractiseflying.Hetookalongrunupandflappedhisarmswildlyupanddown.Butnomatterhowhardhetried,hecouldn’tgetoffthe

ground.Frogwas

disappointed.“Iamauselessfrog,”hethought.“Ican’tevenfly.IfonlyIhad

wings.”ThenFroghadacleveridea.WhateverDuckcoulddo,hecoulddo

too.ForaweekFrogworkedhardwithanoldsheetandsomestring.

At

last,

he

was

ready

for

his

first

test

flight.Hewenttothehillbytheriver.Hetookagoodrunup,justashehadseenDuck

do.Thenheleaptintotheairwith

outstretchedarms.Hehoveredintheairforafewseconds,likearealbird.Butthenthewingsrippedandhedroppedlikeastone.Hefell

in

the

river

with

a

splash.

At

least

it

was

a

soft

landing.RatsawFrogstumbleoutofthe

water.“Youmustknowthatfrogscannotfly,”hesaid.“Canyoufly?”asked

Frog.“Ofcoursenot,”saidRat,“Ihavenowings,butI’mgoodatmaking

things.”Frogthoughtaboutthisonhiswayhome.HewouldaskPigas

well.PigwastakingacakeoutoftheovenasFrogarrived.“Pig,canyoufly?”asked

Frog.“Certainlynot,”saidPig.

“Iwouldprobablygetairsick.”“Whatcanyoudothen?”asked

Frog.“Allsortsofthings,”repliedPig,indignantly.“Icanmakethebestcakesintheworld.AndIambeautiful.Iampinkallover,andpinkismyfavouritecolour.”Froghadtoadmitthatthiswas

true.“IbetIcanmakeacaketoo,”thoughtFrogwhenhewasbackat

home.Hethreweverythinghecouldfindintoabowlandbegantostir,justashehadseenPig

do.Thenhethreweverythingintoapanandputitonthestove.“There,

you

see,”

thought

Frog.

“My

cake

will

be

delicious.”Butafterawhile,smokebegantopourfromthepananditsmeltawful.Thecakewascompletely

burned.“Ican’tevenbakeacake,”thoughtFrog,

sadly.Hewenttovisit

Hare.“Hare,mayIborrowabookfromyou?”askedFrog.“Canyouread?”askedHare,

surprised.“No,”saidFrog.“Perhapsyoucouldtellme

how.”“Look,”saidHare.“Thisisan‘o’andthisisan‘a(chǎn)’andthisisa‘k’andthis..

.”“Okay,Igetit,”saidFrog,impatientlyandheranhomewiththebookunderhis

arm.Hemadehimselfcomfortableandopenedthe

book.Butthepageswerefullofstrangescribblings.Frogcouldn’tunderstand

a

word.

An

hour

later,

he

was

none

the

wiser.“I’llneverreadthis!”saidFrog.“It’smuchtoodifficultforme.I’mjustanordinary,stupidfrog.”Sadly,FrogreturnedthebooktoHare.“Well?”askedHare.“Didyouenjoyit?”Frogshookhishead

sorrowfully.“Ican’tread,”hesaid.“Ican’tbakeacake,Ican’tmakethingsandIcan’tfly.Youareallmuchclevererthanme.Ican’tdo

anything.

I’m

just

an

ordinary

green

frog,”

he

sobbed.“ButFrog,”saidHare,“Ican’tflyeither,andIcan’tbakecakes

or

make

things.

I

can’t

swim

and

leap

like

youdo...becauseIamahare.Andyouareafrog,andwealllove

you.”Deepinthought,Frogwenttotheriverandlookedathisreflectioninthe

water.“Thatisme,”he