Atondido Stories
The falcon flew towards earth with the violin. The toad
shook about terribly inside of the violin. He got very tired. The
falcon got tired, too.
"I'm not going to carry this heavy old violin of the buzzard's
another minute," said the falcon. "I was foolish to offer to carry it
in the first place. The buzzard is no friend of mine."
He let the violin fall. Down, down toward earth it fell.
"O, little stones, O, little stones, get out of my way," called the
toad as he fell. The little stones had deaf ears. They did not get
out of the way.
When the toad crawled out of the wrecked violin he was so
covered with bruises that he could hardly hop home.
The buzzard never knew what became of his violin or why
the toad had lost his good looks. To this very day the toad shows
his bruises. And he is entirely cured of being a gad about.
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