Well, Big Jim would have kept on bragging,
but, just then, a man in a black vest got up and
spoke.
“My name is Pete. I’m not from here,” said the
man. “And I do not have a frog. But if I did, I
would take the bet and race your frog.”
“Well, shucks,” said Big Jim. “That’s not a
problem. Here, take my frog. I’ll run down to the
stream and catch you a frog so we each have a frog
to compete in the race.” Big Jim handed his frog
to Pete. Then he ran off to the stream.