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Show -2- "Ah, there they are," said Julio to himself. "I'll get them! Aiye eee!" and he gave a little shriek as he ran as fast as he could to the Mango Tree. He sat down and waited. "I will be quiet and not frighten them," thought Julio. He looked up and saw nothing but a great tree with a black cloud above it. Rain began to fall and Julio was glad. "I will hear them now," he said to himself. "They always sing in the rain." Julio did not stop to listen because the wind was blowing the ripe fruit down. The wind blew harder and the rain came down faster. Julio was getting ripe fruit stain. The wind blew harder and the rain came down faster. Julio was getting wet, even under the tree. The rain came down like buckets of pouring water. The drops were like little brown marbles. Some bounced in Julio's poncho pocket, some bounced in the grass, some bounced on the ground. Julio soon found there were little legs and feet on each drop. Could he believe his eyes! Yes they were jumping from the ground into the grass. Julio's mouth possed wide open. He stood dead still for a moment. "Frogs," yelled Julio, "eeney frogs, Mama! Papa! Come quick! He ran to the house clutching his hand over his pocket. "I have caught some," he shouted as his father and mother and baby sister ran through the rain to get under the laango Tree. Like Julio, they too, saw through the wind and the rain, the tiny tree frogs dropping to the ground and jumping into the grass. Dropping and jumping, until there was none left to see .-__., a n d go beautiful the singing. |