After his children were grown up Reddy Woodpecker had plenty of time to wander about and see all the sights in Pleasant Valley. He had often heard that one of the most curious sights was an odd person known as Ferdinand Frog. So one day Reddy flew down to Black , where this nimble gentleman lived.
 
Unseen by Mr. Frog, Reddy Woodpecker clung to an old that leaned over the water, as if it wanted to enjoy a swim but didn't quite dare take the first . Keeping most of himself hidden, Reddy peeped around the stump and watched Ferdinand Frog as he sat on a flat rock near the bank and caught flies.
 
Mr. Frog was an expert at that sport. Whenever a fly ventured near enough to him his long tongue out of his wide mouth so quickly you could hardly see it. And it darted back again just as fast, bearing the fly upon the end of it.
 
"I don't see how he spears 'em like that," thought Reddy Woodpecker, "with nothing but air behind them." Mr. Frog's was so unusual that at last Reddy Woodpecker couldn't keep silent any longer.
 
So he called to Mr. Frog, "How do you do——"
 
"I'm very well, thank you!" cried Ferdinand Frog instantly. "How are you?"
 
Reddy Woodpecker had to explain that Mr. Frog hadn't understood him.
 
"What I was going to ask you," he said, "was not 'How do you do?' It was 'How do you do that?'"
 
"That what?" Ferdinand Frog inquired.
 
"How do you spear flies with your tongue when they're in the air?" Reddy Woodpecker asked. "I can spear grubs and things with my tongue when they're on a tree. And I can catch flies in my mouth when I'm flying. But I've never learned your trick.............