But the hardest thing remains to be done, and that is to get on my leaf again. And the little Toad came up and expressed her sympathy. She was glad that in her ugliness she had frightened the fowls. I wriggled myself free from the Fowl. You are very disagreeable to look at.
Nothing is so beautiful as property.
But I must go higher up. That's because of the fright. We all want to go higher up. And she looked up as high as ever she could. The stork sat in his nest on the roof of the farm-house.