Two bronze-colored toads sat on a rock catching flies
and mosquitoes with their long, sticky tongues. After doing this for a few
hours, they began to get fidgety. "This is boring," the largest toad,
Weston, croaked. "Letís say we have a leaping contest, although it
wouldnít be much of a contest. You know, and I know, that I can leap
higher than any toad in Scotland."
"I hate to differ with you, Weston, but I can jump
higher than you can," Warren, corrected. He leapt from the rock into the
air, flying a few yards. "See!"
"Is that as good as you can do?" Weston asked,
scoffing. "Iíll bet you canít jump over that rose bush."
"Oh yeah! Watch this," Warren said. He jumped. He
sprang over the rose bush, feeling the soft, velvety petals brush his
moist skin and he passed over them. He landed with a plop back on the
spongy, amber-colored moor. He turned around and grinned at Weston. "See,"
he smurked. CROAK! CROAK!
"Well, that was easy. Anyone can leap over a rosebush.
Itís not that tall. Letís see you jump over that highland cow," Weston
challenged, pointing to a rusty-colored cow that was standing by a clump
of thistle, munching away contentedly.
Warren took a few small leaps then jumped. He flew over
the cow, feeling its scratchy fur as he passed overhead. "Wheeeeee," he
called out, giggling. When he landed in a puddle on the other side of the
cow, he started laughing. "Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. I told you I could do
Weston wasnít happy. He didnít think that Warren could
jump that high. "Well, that still was easy. Iíll tell you what. Iíll show
you who is the best at leaping. Iíll jump over that boulder over there,"
Weston said, pointing with his long finger. CROAK! CROAK!
Warren looked at the boulder. "Hmmm, thatís a big
boulder, Weston. CROAK! Do you think you can do it?"
"Of course I can. You jumped over that small highland
cow. I can surely jump over that huge boulder," Weston assured his friend.
He swung his body back and forth, preparing for the jump. "One, two,
three," he went, and flew threw the air. He landed with a thud on the
other side of the boulder. "Whew!" he whispered to himself, relieved that
he had been able to do it.
The two toads kept challenging each other, and the
objects kept getting taller. Warren leapt over a smallish blue spruce.
Weston jumped over a big-leafed oak tree that was heavily laden with
acorns. Warren hopped over a bear as it was getting a drink out of the
river. Weston, sprung high and flew over an elm. He got a few splinters in
his legs from brushing over the branches. The dares kept getting bigger,
and bigger, and were becoming much harder for the toads to jump over.
Weston was also starting to get tired. That last elm tree had been a close
call. Heíd almost not made it. It had taken an hour for him to pull all
the splinters out.
He knew if he wanted this to end, heíd have to find
something so big that Warren couldnít possibly jump over it. "Aha, Iíve
found something I know you canít jump over, MacLeap Castle," Weston
challenged his toad friend.
Warren looked at the castle. It was big. It was so big
that he didnít think heíd ever be able to leap over it, but he had to try.
"I think I can do it," Warren boasted nervously. "It isnít that big," he
gulped. He let out two loud croaks, and started rocking back and forth.
Faster and faster he rocked until he felt he was ready. He leapt through
the air with all of his might. He made it about halfway up the side of the
wall of the castle, saw that he wasnít going to make it over the top, and
watched as he closed in on it. SPLAT! He hit the side of the castle wall.
He just lay still, plastered against it and then began to slide down the
bricks to the sand below.
Weston watched Warren. Somewhat frantic, he hopped over
to his friend, who lay silently at the bottom. Weston poked his friend.
"Warren, are you all right?" he asked.
Warren opened one of his eyes. "Maybe you can jump
higher than me," he admitted. He lay there for a little while then got up.
"From now on, the biggest thing Iím going to jump over is you!"