Frog and Toad and the Pergola
by Roy, James, Owen, and Felix Smith
Frog and Toad went on a picnic.
They sat on a log by the pond. Toad unpacked the picnic bag.
There were two peanut-butter sandwiches, four pickles, two apples, and a jar of milk.
Toad sighed.
"What is the matter, Toad?" asked Frog
"These peanut-butter sandwiches are very plain." said Toad.
"They may be plain, but they are very tasty." said Frog.
Toad said, "I do not like to be plain. I would like to be fancy!"
Frog ate a pickle and nodded.
Toad stood up and said, "I would like to be cultured. I will be a European toad. I will build a pergola and will eat fancy food under it. That will make me a fancy toad."
"How do you build a pergola?" asked Frog.
"I will show you!" said Toad.
Frog and Toad walked to Toad's house and Toad pulled out his tools.
Toad gave Frog a saw, a hammer, and a can of nails.
Toad took a screwdriver, a pencil, and some measuring tape.
Toad held up a post of wood and told Frog to hammer in another piece at the top.
Frog was very clumsy with the hammer, and he missed the nail.
"Please hurry, Frog! This wood is very heavy!" said Toad.
Frog hammered the wood together. Toad measured another piece of wood and marked where the screw should go.
Toad held the wood in place while Frog screwed the screw in.
"It is not working, Toad. I think a screw cannot go here."
"No, Frog," answered Toad, "You are just screwing it the wrong way. It is righty tighty, not lefty tighty."
Frog and Toad hammered and measured all afternoon. They stood back and looked at their pergola. They were both hungry from all of their work. Toad put his tools away and Frog went inside to find some food.
Frog and Toad ate dinner under their pergola. They ate two peanut-butter sandwiches, four pickles, two apples, and a jar of milk.
"Frog," said Toad. "I do not feel very fancy. I do not feel like a European toad. The pergola did not work. Drat."
Frog ate a pickle and watched the sun setting while he sat under the pergola.
"Toad," he said. "I do not think that a pergola turns you into a different sort of toad. I do not think that is what a pergola is for."
Toad was quiet. He watched the sun set. A single star started to twinkle overhead.
"I think that you are right, Frog. A pergola does not turn you into a different sort of toad. But it is a nice place to eat a peanut-butter sandwich and some pickles and an apple. And it is a very nice place to be the sort of toad that you already are."
And so Frog and Toad sat under the pergola and watched the stars come out.