Well, thish-yer Smily had rat-terriers and chicken-cocks, and tom-cats, and all them kind of things, till
you couldn’t rest, and you couldn’t fetch nothing for him to bet on but he’d match you. He ketched a frog
one day and took him home and said he cal’lated to educate him; and so he never done nothing for three
months but set in his back yard and learn that frog to jump. And you bet you he did learn him, too. He’d
give him a little hunch behind, and the next minute you’d see that frog whirling in the air like a
doughnut—see him turn one summerset, or maybe a couple, if he got a good start, and come down