Frog knocked at Toad’s door.

“Toad, wake up,” he cried. “Come out and see how wonderful the winter is!”

“I will not,” said Toad. “I am in my warm bed.”

“Winter is beautiful,” said Frog. “Come out and have fun.”

“No,” said Toad. “I do not have any winter clothes.”

Frog came into the house.

“I brought you some clothes,” he said.

Frog put a coat and snow pants on Toad. He put a hat and a scarf on Toad’s head.

“Help!” cried Toad. “My best friend wants to kill me!”

Frog and Toad went outside. They walked through the snow.

“We will ride down this big hill on my sled,” said Frog.

“Not me,” said Toad.

“Do not be afraid,” said Frog. “I will be with you on the sled. It will be a fine, fast ride. You will sit in front. I will sit behind you.”

The sled began to go down the hill.

“Here we go!” cried Frog.

There was a bump. Frog fell off the sled.

Toad flew past trees and rocks.

“Frog, I am glad that you are here,” cried Toad.

Toad flew over a snowdrift.

“I could not ride the sled without you, Frog,” he cried. “You are right! Winter is fun!”

A crow flew nearby.

“Hello, Crow!” cried Toad. “Look at Frog and me. We can ride a sled better than anybody in the world!”

“But Toad,” said the crow, “you are alone on the sled.”

Toad looked around. He saw that Frog was not there.

“I AM ALL ALONE!” cried Toad.

Bang! The sled hit a tree.

Bang! The sled hit a rock.

Plop! The sled fell into the snow.

Frog ran down the hill. He pulled Toad out of the snow.

“I saw everything,” said Frog. “You did very well by yourself.”

“I did not,” said Toad. “But there is one thing that I can do well all by myself.”

“What is that?” asked Frog.

“I can go home,” said Toad. “Winter may be beautiful, but my bed is much better.”