4 Rock, Balloon, Squeak Toy

ROCK, RALLOON, SQUEAK TOY

Pree-eep! Craw-awk! Sque-enk! Stink listened to frog calls on the computer. He listened to frog sounds that he taped with his own tape recorder (by sticking it out the window at night!). Stink listened to frog calls on the way to school Monday morning and in the car on the way to swim lessons. Pre-eep! Craw-awk! Sque-enk! At swim practice, he tried some out on his friends. "You sound like a duck," said Webster. "You sound like a squeak toy," said Sophie. "You sound like a sick banjo," said Riley. "Thanks!" said Stink. "See, spring peepers sound like squeak toys. And wood frogs sound like ducks quacking." "You're quacked," said Webster. Sophie and Riley cracked up. "You guys sound like Southern leopard frogs. A leopard frog sounds like a person laughing. No lie." "Yeah, but nothing sounds like a sick banjo," said Riley. "Nothing except for the Northern green frog. It sounds like a loose banjo string. You know, like a rubber-band twang."

"You sure are freaky for frogs," said Riley. "Thanks!" said Stink. "You should marry a frog, you like them so much." "Hardee-har-har," said Stink. Stink could not wait till swimming was over. He had a freaking great idea for how to learn frog sounds. He would need a comb, a balloon, two rocks, a can of spray paint, a rubber band, a rubber duck, some jingle bells, and that's all. Stink blew up the balloon and rubbed it with his hand. He clicked rocks together. He twanged a rubber band. Judy poked her head into Stink's room. Mouse squeezed past her. "Stink, I'm trying to study my times tables and I can't hear myself—" She stopped when she saw the pile of junk on Stink's floor. "What? I'm using this stuff to make frog sounds. Here. I'll show you." Stink rubbed his finger

along the teeth of a comb. "This sounds like a chorus frog." Stink shook the can of spray paint. "And this sounds like a Northern cricket frog." Mouse darted under the bed. "And this— AARGH!— sounds like Mom when she sees the mess in your room," said Judy. "Hardee-har-har," chuckled Stink. "You're croaking me up!" "Can you please shut your door so I don't have to hear Froggle Rock all day?" Stink squeaked his rubber duck down the stairs. He snored up a storm while he made a snack. He shook the can of paint, clicked the stones, and jingled the bells. "Wood frog, pickerel frog, cricket frog," he recited. "Stink, keep it down, please," said Dad, poking his head around the corner. "I'm on the phone." "No spray-painting in the house," said Mom. "Take that outside." "I'm not painting," said Stink. "Doesn't anybody around here know a Northern cricket frog when they hear one?" Mom crinkled her forehead.

"It's homework," said Stink. "I have to take a test." "A frog test," said Judy, coming into the kitchen. "I have to learn frog calls," said Stink. "For the First Annual Frog Neck Lake Frog Count on Friday." "Riigggght," said Mom.

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