Frog ran up the path to Toad’s house.
He knocked on the front door.
There was no answer.
“Toad, Toad,” shouted Frog, “wake up.
It is spring!” “Blah,” said a voice from inside the
“Toad, Toad,” cried Frog.
“The sun is shining!
The snow is melting.
“I am not here,” said the voice.
-Frog and Toad Are Friends, “Spring”
My daughter loves this book. At 2 she knows most of the words, and identifies Frog, a free and kind-hearted character as “Dada” and crotchety, sleep-loving Toad as “Mama.” She’s really spot-on.
In the story “Spring”, Frog pulls Toad out of bed and onto the front porch. “We will skip through the woods and run in the woods and swim in the river … sit right here on the front porch and count the stars.” Toad goes back to bed. Wake me mid-May, he says. So Toad (love…
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