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Once upon a time there lived a frog frog. She sat in the swamp, catching mosquitoes and midges,
in the spring she croaked loudly with her friends. And she would live all her life
safely - of course, in the event that the stork had not eaten it. But one thing happened
incident.
One day she was sitting on a twig of driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoying
warm light rain.
"Oh, what a beautiful wet weather today! - she thought. - What a pleasure it is -
live in the world!”
The rain drizzled down her mottled lacquered back; drops of it leaked
under her belly and behind her paws, and it was deliciously pleasant, so pleasant,
that she almost croaked, but, fortunately, remembered that it was already autumn
and that frogs don't croak in autumn - there's something for that
spring, - and that, by croaking, she can drop her frog dignity.
So she kept silent and continued to bask.
Suddenly a thin, hissing, intermittent sound resounded in the air. There is such
breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, exactly sing, or,
better to say whistle.
Fu-fuo-fuu-fuu - resounds in the air when a herd flies high above you
such ducks, and they themselves are not even visible, so they fly high. This time the ducks
describing a huge semicircle, they went down and sat down just in the same swamp,
where the frog lived.
- Quack quack! - said one of them, - It's still far to fly; gotta eat.
And the frog immediately hid. Though she knew the ducks wouldn't eat her,
big and fat frog, but still, just in case, she dived
under a snag. However, on reflection, she decided to stick her pop-eyed
head: she was very interested to know where the ducks were flying.
- Quack quack! - said another duck, - it's already getting cold! Hurry south!
Hurry south!
And all the ducks began to quack loudly in approval.
- Miss ducks! - the frog dared to say, - what is the south, to which
are you flying? I apologize for the inconvenience.
And the ducks surrounded the frog. At first they had a desire to eat her,
but each of them thought that the frog was too big and would not fit into the throat.
Then they all began to shout, flapping their wings:
– Good in the south! Now it's warm! There are such glorious warm swamps!
What kind of worms are there!
Good in the south!
They screamed so much that they almost stunned the frog. As soon as she convinced them
shut up and asked one of them, who seemed to her fatter and smarter than everyone else,
explain to her what the south is. And when she told her about the south, the frog came
delighted, but at the end she still asked, because she was careful:
- Are there many midges and mosquitoes there?
- ABOUT! whole clouds! - replied the duck.
- Qua! - said the frog and immediately turned around to see if there were any friends here,
who could hear her and condemn her for croaking in the fall. She doesn't
I couldn't stop myself from croaking at least once.
- Take me with you!
- It's amazing to me! the duck exclaimed. How can we take you?
You don't have wings.
– When are you flying? the frog asked.
- Soon soon! all the ducks screamed. - Quack quack! quack! quack! It is cold here!
South! South!
“Let me think for five minutes only,” said the frog, “I’ll be right back,
I'll probably come up with something good.
And she plopped down from the branch, on which she climbed again, into the water, dived
into the mud and completely buried in it so that foreign objects do not interfere
her to think. Five minutes passed, the ducks were about to fly,
when suddenly her muzzle appeared from the water, near the branch on which she was sitting,
and the expression of that muzzle was the most radiant
able frog.
- I've figured it out! I found! - she said. “Let two of you take in your
beaks are a twig, and I will cling to it in the middle. You will fly
and I go. It is only necessary that you do not quack, and I do not croak, and everything will be fine.
Although to be silent and drag even a light frog three thousand miles, God knows what
pleasure, but her mind made the ducks so delighted that they unanimously agreed
carry her. We decided to change every two hours, and since there were ducks, as they say in
riddle, so much, and so much more, half as much, yes a quarter as much, and the frog was
one, then it was not necessary to carry it very often. We found a good, durable twig,
two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog clung to the middle with its mouth, and the whole herd
rose into the air.
The frog was breathless at the terrible height to which it was raised;
besides, the ducks flew unevenly and pulled the twig; the poor wah was hanging out
in the air like a paper clown, and clenched her jaws with all her urine,
so as not to break away and not plop down on the ground.
However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around.
Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly swept under her, which, however,
it was very difficult
consider, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little
up, but still saw something and rejoiced and was proud.
"That's how I came up with an excellent idea," she thought to herself.
And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouted and praised her.
“Our frog has an amazingly smart head,” they said, “
even among ducks there are few such.
She could hardly restrain herself from thanking them, but remembering
that, opening her mouth, she would fall from a terrible height, clenched her jaws even tighter
and decided to be patient.
She dangled in this way all day long: the ducks carrying her changed on the fly,
deftly picking up a twig; it was very scary: more than once the frog almost
did not croak with fear, but it was necessary to have the presence of mind, and she had it.
In the evening, the whole company stopped in some kind of swamp; with the dawn of a duck with a frog
set off again, but this time the traveler, in order to see better,
what is being done on the way, clung to her back and head forward, and her belly back.
Ducks flew over compressed fields, over yellowed forests and over villages,
stacks full of bread; from there came the human voice and the sound of flails,
which threshed rye. People looked at a flock of ducks and, noticing in it
something strange, they pointed at her with their hands. And the frog terribly wanted
fly closer to the earth, show yourself and listen to what they say about it.
On her next vacation she said:
“Can’t we fly not so high?” I'm dizzy from the height
and I'm afraid to fall down if I suddenly feel sick.
And good ducks promised her to fly lower. The next day they flew so low
what voices heard:
- Look, look! - shouted children in one village, - ducks carry a frog!
The frog heard this and her heart skipped a beat.
- Look, look! adults shouted in another village, “what a miracle!”
"Do they know I came up with this, not the ducks?" thought the frog.
- Look, look! shouted in the third village. - What a miracle! And who
did he come up with such a tricky thing?
Then the frog could no longer stand it and, forgetting all caution, screamed
from all urine:
- It's me! I!
And with that cry, she flew upside down to the ground. ducks loud
shouted; one of them wanted to catch the poor companion on the fly,
but missed. The frog, jerking all four legs, quickly fell to the ground;
but since the ducks flew very fast, she did not fall right on the spot
over which she screamed and where there was a solid road, and much further, what was
great happiness for her, because she splashed into a dirty pond
on the edge of the village.
She soon emerged from the water and immediately again shouted in a rage at the top of her lungs:
- It's me! This is what I came up with!
But there was no one around her. Frightened by the unexpected splash, the locals
the frogs all hid in the water. When they began to emerge from it,
then looked with surprise at the new one. And she told them a wonderful story
about how she thought all her life and finally invented a new, unusual
way to travel on ducks; like she had her own ducks,
who carried her wherever she pleased; how she visited the beautiful south,
where it's so good, where there are such beautiful warm swamps and so many midges
and any other edible insects.
“I stopped by to see how you live,” she said. - I will stay
you until spring, until my ducks return, which I released.
But the ducks never returned. They thought the wah had crashed
about the earth, and were very sorry for her.

Once upon a time there lived a frog frog. She sat in the swamp, caught mosquitoes and midges, in the spring she croaked loudly with her friends. And she would have lived happily for the whole century - of course, if the stork had not eaten her. But one incident happened.

One day she was sitting on a piece of driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoying the warm fine rain.

“Oh, what a beautiful wet weather today! she thought. “What a pleasure it is to live in the world!”

The rain was drizzling down her mottled lacquered back; drops of it dripped under her belly and behind her paws, and it was deliciously pleasant, so pleasant that she almost croaked, but, fortunately, she remembered that it was already autumn and that frogs do not croak in autumn - there is spring for this , - and that, by croaking, she can drop her frog dignity. So she kept silent and continued to bask.

Suddenly a thin, hissing, intermittent sound resounded in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, seem to sing, or, better, whistle. Fu-fuo-fuu-fuu - is heard in the air when a herd of such ducks flies high above you, and you can’t even see them themselves, so they fly high. This time the ducks, having described a huge semicircle, descended and sat down just in the very swamp where the frog lived.

Quack quack! - said one of them, - It's still far to fly; gotta eat.

And the frog immediately hid. Although she knew that the ducks would not eat her, a big and fat frog, but still, just in case, she dived under a snag. However, on reflection, she decided to stick her pop-eyed head out of the water: she was very interested to know where the ducks were flying.

Quack quack! - said another duck, - it's already getting cold! Hurry south! Hurry south!

And all the ducks began to quack loudly in approval.

Miss ducks! - the frog dared to say, - what is the south to which you are flying? I apologize for the inconvenience.

And the ducks surrounded the frog. At first they had a desire to eat it, but each of them thought that the frog was too big and would not fit into the throat. Then they all began to shout, flapping their wings:

Good in the south! Now it's warm! There are such glorious warm swamps! What kind of worms are there! Good in the south!

They screamed so much that they almost stunned the frog. As soon as she persuaded them to shut up, she asked one of them, who seemed to her fatter and smarter than everyone else, to explain to her what the south is. And when she told her about the south, the frog was delighted, but in the end she still asked, because she was careful:

Are there a lot of midges and mosquitoes there?

ABOUT! whole clouds! - replied the duck.

Qua! - said the frog and immediately turned around to see if there were any friends here who could hear her and condemn her for croaking in the fall. She couldn't stop herself from croaking at least once.

Take me with you!

This is amazing to me! - exclaimed the duck. - How can we take you? You don't have wings.

When are you flying? asked the frog.

Soon soon! - shouted all the ducks. - Quack quack! quack! quack! It is cold here! South! South!

Let me think for five minutes only, - said the frog, - I'll be right back, I'll probably come up with something good.

And she plopped down from the branch, on which she climbed again, into the water, dived into the mud and completely buried herself in it so that foreign objects would not interfere with her thinking. Five minutes passed, the ducks were about to fly, when suddenly, from the water, near the branch on which she was sitting, her face appeared, and the expression of this face was the most radiant that a frog is capable of.

I came up with! I found! - she said. - Let two of you take a twig in your beaks, and I will cling to it in the middle. You will fly and I will drive. It is only necessary that you do not quack, and I do not croak, and everything will be fine.

Although being silent and dragging even a light frog of three thousand miles is not God knows what a pleasure, but her mind led the ducks to such delight that they unanimously agreed to carry her. They decided to take turns every two hours, and since there were, as the riddle says, so many ducks, and so many more, but half as many, yes a quarter as many, and there was only one frog, it was not necessary to carry it very often. They found a good, strong twig, two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog clung to the middle with its mouth, and the whole herd rose into the air. The frog was breathless from the terrible height to which it was raised; in addition, the ducks flew unevenly and pulled the twig; the poor frog was dangling in the air like a paper clown, and with all her urine she clenched her jaws so as not to tear herself away and plop down on the ground. However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around. Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly swept under her, which, however, it was very difficult for her to see, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little up, but she still saw something and rejoiced and was proud.

"That's how I came up with an excellent idea," she thought to herself.

And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouted and praised her.

Our frog has an amazingly smart head, they said, even among ducks there are few of them.

She barely restrained herself from thanking them, but remembering that, opening her mouth, she would fall from a terrible height, she clenched her jaw even tighter and decided to endure. She dangled in this way all day long: the ducks carrying her changed on the fly, deftly picking up the twig; it was very frightening: more than once the frog almost croaked with fear, but it was necessary to have the presence of mind, and she had it. In the evening, the whole company stopped in some kind of swamp; at dawn, the ducks with the frog set off again, but this time the traveler, in order to better see what was happening on the way, clung to her back and head forward, and her belly back. Ducks flew over harvested fields, over yellowed forests and over villages full of bread in stacks; from there came the sound of people talking and the sound of flails with which they threshed rye. People looked at the flock of ducks and, noticing something strange in it, pointed at it with their hands. And the frog terribly wanted to fly closer to the earth, show himself and listen to what they say about him. On her next vacation she said:

Can't we fly not so high? I'm dizzy from the height, and I'm afraid to fall if I suddenly feel sick.

And good ducks promised her to fly lower. The next day they flew so low that they heard voices:

Look, look! - shouted children in one village, - ducks carry a frog!

The frog heard this and her heart skipped a beat.

Look, look! adults shouted in another village, “what a miracle!”

“Do they know I came up with this, not the ducks?” thought the frog.

Look, look! - shouted in the third village. - What a miracle! And who came up with such a cunning thing?

Then the frog could no longer stand it and, forgetting all caution, screamed with all his might:

It's me! I!

And with that cry, she flew upside down to the ground. The ducks screamed loudly; one of them wanted to catch the poor companion on the fly, but missed. The frog, jerking all four legs, quickly fell to the ground; but since the ducks were flying very fast, she did not fall directly on the place over which she screamed and where there was a hard road, but much further, which was great happiness for her, because she flopped into a dirty pond at the edge of the village.

She soon emerged from the water and immediately again shouted in a rage at the top of her lungs:

It's me! This is what I came up with!

But there was no one around her. Frightened by the unexpected splash, the local frogs all hid in the water. When they began to emerge from it, they looked with surprise at the new one.

And she told them a wonderful story about how she thought all her life and finally invented a new, unusual way of traveling on ducks; how she had her own ducks to carry her wherever she pleased; how she visited the beautiful south, where it is so good, where there are such beautiful warm swamps and so many midges and all kinds of other edible insects.

I stopped by to see how you live, she said. - I will stay with you until spring, until my ducks, which I released, return.

But the ducks never returned. They thought that the wah had crashed on the ground, and they were very sorry for her.

Once upon a time there lived a frog frog. She sat in the swamp, caught mosquitoes and midges, in the spring she croaked loudly with her friends. And she would have lived happily for the whole century - of course, if the stork had not eaten her. But one incident happened.

One day she was sitting on a twig of driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoying the warm fine rain.

Oh, what beautiful wet weather today! she thought. What a pleasure it is to live in the world!

The rain drizzled down her mottled lacquered back, drops of it dripped under her belly and behind her paws, and it was deliciously pleasant, so pleasant that she almost croaked, but, fortunately, she remembered that it was already autumn and that frogs they don’t croak—there’s a spring for that—and that, by croaking, she might drop her frog-like dignity. So she kept silent and continued to bask.

Suddenly a thin, hissing, intermittent sound resounded in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, seem to sing, or, better, whistle. Fu-fuyu-fuyu-fuyu - is heard in the air when a herd of such ducks flies high above you, and you can’t even see them themselves, they fly so high. This time the ducks, having described a huge semicircle, sank down and sat down just in the very swamp where the frog lived.

- Quack quack! - said one of them, - It's still far to fly; gotta eat.

And the frog immediately hid. Although she knew that the ducks would not eat her, a big and fat frog, but still, just in case, she dived under a snag. However, after thinking, she decided to stick her pop-eyed head out of the water: she was very interested to know where the ducks were flying.

- Quack quack! - said another duck, - it's already getting cold! Hurry south! Hurry south!

And all the ducks began to quack loudly in approval.

- Miss ducks! - the frog dared to say, - what is the south to which you are flying? I apologize for the inconvenience.

And the ducks surrounded the frog. At first they had a desire to eat it, but each of them thought that the frog was too big and would not fit into the throat. Then they all began to shout, flapping their wings:

— Good in the south! Now it's warm! There are such glorious warm swamps! What kind of worms are there! Good in the south!

They screamed so much that they almost stunned the frog. As soon as she persuaded them to shut up, she asked one of them, who seemed to her fatter and smarter than everyone else, to explain to her what the south is. And when she told her about the south, the frog was delighted, but in the end she still asked, because she was careful:

- Are there many midges and mosquitoes there?

- ABOUT! whole clouds! - replied the duck.

— Qua! - said the frog and immediately turned around to see if there were any friends who could hear her and condemn her for croaking in the fall. She couldn't stop herself from croaking at least once.

- Take me with you!

- It's amazing to me! the duck exclaimed. How can we take you? You don't have wings.

- When are you flying? the frog asked.

- Soon soon! all the ducks yelled. - Quack! Quack! Quack! It is cold here! South! South!

“Let me think for just five minutes,” said the frog, “I’ll be right back, I’ll probably come up with something good.”

And she plopped down from the branch, on which she climbed again, into the water, dived into the mud and completely buried herself in it so that foreign objects would not interfere with her thinking. Five minutes passed, the ducks were about to fly, when suddenly, from the water, near the branch on which she was sitting, her muzzle appeared, and the expression of this muzzle was the most radiant that a frog is capable of.

- I've figured it out! I found! - she said. - Let two of you take a twig in your beaks, I will cling to it in the middle. You will fly and I will drive. It is only necessary that you do not quack, and I do not croak, and everything will be fine.

They found a good, strong twig, two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog clung to the middle with its mouth, and the whole herd rose into the air. The frog was breathless at the terrible height to which it was raised; besides, the ducks flew unevenly and pulled the twig; the poor frog was dangling in the air like a paper clown, and with all her urine she clenched her jaws so as not to tear herself away and plop down on the ground. However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around. Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly swept under her, which, however, it was very difficult for her to see, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little up, but she still saw something and rejoiced and was proud.

“That's how I came up with an excellent idea,” she thought to herself.

And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouted and praised her.

“Our frog has an amazingly clever head,” they said, “even among ducks there are few of them.

She barely restrained herself from thanking them, but remembering that if she opened her mouth she would fall from a terrible height, she clenched her jaw even tighter and decided to endure.

Ducks flew over harvested fields, over yellowed forests and over villages full of bread in stacks; from there came the sound of people talking and the sound of flails with which they threshed rye. People looked at the flock of ducks and the frog really wanted to fly closer to the ground, show himself and listen to what they say about him. On her next vacation she said:

"Can't we fly not so high?" I'm dizzy from the height, and I'm afraid to fall if I suddenly feel sick.

And good ducks promised her to fly lower. The next day they flew so low that they heard voices:

— Look, look! shouted children in one village, “ducks are carrying a frog!”

The frog heard this and her heart skipped a beat.

— Look, look! adults shouted in another village, “what a miracle!”

“Do they know I came up with this, not the ducks?” thought the frog.

— Look, look! shouted in the third village. - What a miracle! And who came up with such a cunning thing?

Then the frog could not stand it and, forgetting all caution, screamed with all his might:

- It's me! I!

And with that cry, she flew upside down to the ground. The ducks screamed loudly, one of them wanted to catch the poor companion on the fly, but missed. The frog, twitching all four legs, quickly fell to the ground; but since the ducks were flying very fast, she did not fall directly on the place where she screamed and where there was a hard road, but much further, which was great happiness for her, because she flopped into a dirty pond at the edge of the village.

She soon emerged from the water and immediately again shouted in a rage at the top of her lungs:

- It's me! This is what I came up with!

But there was no one around her. Frightened by the unexpected splash, the local frogs all hid in the water. When they began to emerge from the water, they looked with surprise at the new one.

And she told them a wonderful story about how she thought all her life and finally invented a new, unusual way of traveling on ducks; how she had her own ducks that carried her anywhere; how she visited the beautiful south, where it is so good, where there are such beautiful warm swamps and so many midges and all kinds of other edible insects.

“I stopped by to see how you live,” she said. “I will stay with you until spring, until the ducks that I released return.

But the ducks never returned. They thought that the wah had crashed on the ground, and they were very sorry for her.
Garshin V.

AND silt- Bthere was a frog in the world. She sat in the swamp, caught mosquitoes and midges, in the spring she croaked loudly with her friends. And she would have lived happily for the whole century - of course, if the stork had not eaten her. But one incident happened.

One day she was sitting on a twig of driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoying the warm fine rain.

“Oh, what a beautiful wet weather today! she thought. “What a pleasure it is to live in the world!”

The rain drizzled down her mottled lacquered back; drops of it dripped under her belly and behind her paws, and it was deliciously pleasant, so pleasant that she almost croaked, but, fortunately, she remembered that it was already autumn and that frogs do not croak in autumn - there is spring for that , - and that, by croaking, she can drop her frog dignity. So she kept silent and continued to bask.

Suddenly a thin, hissing, intermittent sound resounded in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, seem to sing, or, better, whistle. Fu-fuo-fuu-fuu - is heard in the air when a herd of such ducks flies high above you, and you can’t even see them themselves, they fly so high. This time the ducks, having described a huge semicircle, descended and sat down just in the very swamp where the frog lived.

- Quack quack! - said one of them, - It's still far to fly; gotta eat.

And the frog immediately hid. Although she knew that the ducks would not eat her, a big and fat frog, but still, just in case, she dived under a snag. However, on reflection, she decided to stick her pop-eyed head out of the water: she was very interested to know where the ducks were flying.

- Quack quack! - said another duck, - it's already getting cold! Hurry south! Hurry south!

And all the ducks began to quack loudly in approval.

- Miss ducks! - the frog dared to say, - what is the south to which you are flying? I apologize for the inconvenience.

And the ducks surrounded the frog. At first they had a desire to eat it, but each of them thought that the frog was too big and would not fit into the throat. Then they all began to shout, flapping their wings:

– Good in the south! Now it's warm! There are such glorious warm swamps! What kind of worms are there! Good in the south!

They screamed so much that they almost stunned the frog. As soon as she persuaded them to shut up, she asked one of them, who seemed to her fatter and smarter than everyone else, to explain to her what the south is. And when she told her about the south, the frog was delighted, but in the end she still asked, because she was careful:

- Are there many midges and mosquitoes there?

- ABOUT! whole clouds! - replied the duck.

- Qua! - said the frog and immediately turned around to see if there were any friends here who could hear her and condemn her for croaking in the fall. She couldn't stop herself from croaking at least once.

- Take me with you!

- It's amazing to me! the duck exclaimed. How can we take you? You don't have wings.

– When are you flying? the frog asked.

- Soon soon! all the ducks screamed. - Quack quack! quack! quack! It is cold here! South! South!

“Let me think for five minutes only,” said the frog, “I’ll be right back, I’ll probably come up with something good.”

And she plopped down from the branch, on which she climbed again, into the water, dived into the mud and completely buried herself in it so that foreign objects would not interfere with her thinking. Five minutes passed, the ducks were about to fly, when suddenly, from the water, near the branch on which she was sitting, her muzzle appeared, and the expression of this muzzle was the most radiant that a frog is capable of.

- I've figured it out! I found! - she said. “Let two of you take a twig in your beaks, and I will cling to it in the middle. You will fly and I will drive. It is only necessary that you do not quack, and I do not croak, and everything will be fine.

Although it is not God knows what pleasure to be silent and drag even a light frog three thousand miles, but her mind led the ducks to such delight that they unanimously agreed to carry her. They decided to take turns every two hours, and since there were, as the riddle says, so many ducks, and so many more, half as many, and a quarter as many, and there was only one frog, it was not necessary to carry it very often. They found a good, strong twig, two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog clung to the middle with its mouth, and the whole herd rose into the air. The frog was breathless at the terrible height to which it was raised; besides, the ducks flew unevenly and pulled the twig; the poor frog was dangling in the air like a paper clown, and with all her urine she clenched her jaws so as not to tear herself away and plop down on the ground. However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around. Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly swept under her, which, however, was very difficult for her to see, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little up, but she still saw something and rejoiced and was proud.

“This is how I came up with an excellent idea,” she thought to herself.

And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouted and praised her.

“Our frog has an amazingly smart head,” they said, “even among ducks there are few of them.

She barely restrained herself from thanking them, but remembering that if she opened her mouth she would fall from a terrible height, she clenched her jaw even tighter and decided to endure. She dangled in this way all day long: the ducks carrying her changed on the fly, deftly picking up the twig; it was very frightening: more than once the frog almost croaked with fear, but it was necessary to have the presence of mind, and she had it. In the evening, the whole company stopped in some kind of swamp; at dawn, the ducks with the frog set off again, but this time the traveler, in order to better see what was happening on the way, clung to her back and head forward, and her belly back. Ducks flew over harvested fields, over yellowed forests and over villages full of bread in stacks; from there came the sound of people talking and the sound of flails with which they threshed rye. People looked at a flock of ducks and, noticing something strange in it, pointed at it with their hands. And the frog terribly wanted to fly closer to the earth, show himself and listen to what they say about him. On her next vacation she said:

“Can’t we fly not so high?” I'm dizzy from the height, and I'm afraid to fall if I suddenly feel sick.

And good ducks promised her to fly lower. The next day they flew so low that they heard voices:

- Look, look! - shouted children in one village, - ducks carry a frog!

The frog heard this and her heart skipped a beat.

- Look, look! adults shouted in another village, “what a miracle!”

“Do they know I came up with this, not the ducks?” thought the frog.

- Look, look! shouted in the third village. - What a miracle! And who came up with such a cunning thing?

Then the frog could no longer stand it and, forgetting all caution, screamed with all his might:

- It's me! I!

And with that cry, she flew upside down to the ground. The ducks screamed loudly; one of them wanted to catch the poor companion on the fly, but missed. The frog, jerking all four legs, quickly fell to the ground; but since the ducks were flying very fast, she did not fall directly on the place where she screamed and where there was a hard road, but much further, which was great happiness for her, because she flopped into a dirty pond at the edge of the village.

She soon emerged from the water and immediately again shouted in a rage at the top of her lungs:

- It's me! This is what I came up with!

But there was no one around her. Frightened by the unexpected splash, the local frogs all hid in the water. When they began to emerge from it, they looked with surprise at the new one.

And she told them a wonderful story about how she thought all her life and finally invented a new, unusual way of traveling on ducks; how she had her own ducks to carry her wherever she pleased; how she visited the beautiful south, where it is so good, where there are such beautiful warm swamps and so many midges and all kinds of other edible insects.

“I stopped by to see how you live,” she said. - I will stay with you until spring, until my ducks, which I released, return.

But the ducks never returned. They thought that the wah had crashed on the ground, and they were very sorry for her.