A Sad Mishap: "It's very kind to leave behind for me that cosey shelter. In growing old, I've got a cold, and oh! The rain does pelt a fellow so," croak'd father frog. "How sore my throat is getting; it must have been that fog, I ween, that gave me such a wetting." Then, just as he slept cosily, a sad mishap befell: a boy came by and shouted, "Hi! Here's mother's lost umbrella!" Click here to print.