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Two Frogs were neighbours. One lived in a marsh, where there was

plenty of water, which frogs love: the other in a lane some

distance away, where all the water to be had was that which lay

in the ruts after rain. The Marsh Frog warned his friend and

pressed him to come and live with him in the marsh, for he would

find his quarters there far more comfortable and--what was still

more important--more safe. But the other refused, saying that he

could not bring himself to move from a place to which he had

become accustomed. A few days afterwards a heavy waggon came down

the lane, and he was crushed to death under the wheels.

THE COBBLER TURNED DOCTOR