Well, the day was not half gone before all the wild creatures in Pleasant Valley had heard all about Kiddie Katydid and his . At least twenty-seven people came to Mr. Frog at different times and told him the news. And he was furious.  
"Old Mr. Crow has deceived me!" he complained. "I found out this secret myself. And now that black rascal's taking all the credit for it."
 
"Mr. Crow has suggested that Kiddie Katydid be invited to join the Pleasant Valley orchestra," Long Bill informed Mr. Frog. "They have no fiddlers, you know. And Kiddie will be a great help to them. Mr. Crow has appointed a committee to call on Kiddie to-night and ask him to come to the next concert."
 
That was the last straw, so far as Mr. Frog was concerned.
 
"Mr. Crow might at least have put me on the committee," he spluttered. "But he has left me out in the cold."
 
"Why, it's not cold to-day!" Long Bill exclaimed. "Quite warm—I call it!"
 
"It'll be good and cold by night," said Mr. Frog. "I look for a sudden change in the weather. Nobody ought to venture out to-night without his heaviest overcoat on."
 
After flinging that remark over his shoulder, Mr. Frog flung himself inside his tailor's shop and slammed the door behind him. And then, sitting down cross-legged upon his table, he began to think,wrinkling his low brow until you might have supposed he would need to smooth it out again with one of his flat-irons.
 
At last the tailor suddenly quit thinking and smiled ............