On one hot summer day Frog and Toad sat by the pond.

“I would like some sweet, cold ice cream,” said Frog.

“What a good idea!” said Toad. “Wait here, Frog. I will be back soon.”

Toad went to the shop. He bought two big ice-cream cones.

“Frog likes chocolate ice cream,” said Toad, “and I do, too.”

Toad walked along the path. A big, soft drop of chocolate ice cream fell down.

“This ice cream is melting in the sun,” said Toad.

Toad walked faster. Many drops of melting ice cream fell down. They fell down on Toad’s head and arms.

“I must run back to Frog!” cried Toad.

More and more ice cream drops fell on Toad’s jacket, pants and feet. The ice cream was melting very fast.

“Where is the path?” cried Toad. “I cannot see!”

Frog sat by the pond. He waited for Toad. A mouse ran by.

“I just saw something terrible!” cried the mouse. “It was big and brown!”

“Something covered with sticks and leaves is coming this way!” cried a squirrel.

“Something with horns is coming here!” cried a rabbit. “Run, everyone, run!”

“What is it?” asked Frog.

Frog hid behind a rock. He saw something coming. It was big and brown. It was covered with sticks and leaves. It had two horns.

“Frog,” cried the terrible thing. “Where are you?”

“Oh,” said Frog. “That is Toad!”

Toad fell into the pond. He went down and came up again.

“Oh, no,” said Toad. “All of our sweet, cold ice cream is gone now.”

“Do not worry,” said Frog. “I know what we can do.”

Frog and Toad ran back to the shop. Then they sat under a big tree and ate their chocolate ice-cream cones together.