We Are Not Frogs! [sample]

First published in 2018 in Great Britain by Barrington Stoke Ltd 18 Walker Street, Edinburgh, EH3 7LP www.barringtonstoke.co.uk This Little Gem edition based on We Are Not Frogs! (Barrington Stoke, 2016) This story was first published in a different form in Animal Stories for the Very Young (Kingfisher, 1994) Text © 1994 & 2018 Michael Morpurgo Illustrations © 2016 Sam Usher The moral right of Michael Morpurgo and Sam Usher to be identified as the author and illustrator of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or in any part in any form without the written permission of the publisher A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library upon request ISBN: 978-1-78112-792-6 Printed in China by Leo This book is in a super readable format for young readers beginning their independent reading journey.

For Sylvie and Oscar, and their mum and dad too

Contents

1

A Shaggy Dog Story

1

2

A Quiet Life

11

3 Toads Don’t Jump

19

4

A Muddy Ditch

27

5

Jump Like a Kangaroo

35

6

It’s a Dog’s Life

45

7 After the Storm

59

Chapter 1

A Shaggy Dog Story

3

The storm was over and all the frogs and toads came hopping out onto the lawn to play long-jump. The frogs always chose long-jump because frogs can jump further than toads. And, of course, the frogs always won. The toads didn’t mind all that much.

4

‘Anything for a quiet life,’ the toads thought.

All of a sudden, the door of the house opened. Mutt, a shaggy sort of sheepdog, came bounding out to bark at a lorry that was coming up the road.

5

The frogs scattered into the safety of the flowerbeds under the porch and hid. The toads could not move so fast.

So, instead, they stayed very still where they were and just hoped they would not be trodden on, nor eaten.

8

They were in luck. Mutt went roaring after the lorry, chasing it all the way along the fence until he was quite sure it would never come back. Then, with his tail high, and wagging with pride, he walked over to the porch and lay down in the shade. Soon he was fast asleep, his head on his paws.