He liked to dance at night. When there was no one to see. He danced when he was happy. “Tra-la-la-la-la.” He danced when he was sad. Dancing made him happy again. He danced when it was wet and rain dripped from the trees. “Spitter, spatter, splash. Lovely!” Frog danced to the moon and the stars and his shadow danced with him all the way to sunrise. One night he saw Rabbit watching him. “Oh no!” Frog was embarrassed. He hopped into his pond and dived deep. Rabbit came to the edge of the still, dark water. “Frog, Frog, come and dance. When I am sad I watch you dance. Your dancing makes me happy again.” “Garrump, garrump!” Frog said, diving deeper. “Frog, Frog, come and dance,” Raccoon called. “When I am happy I watch you dance. Your dancing makes me even happier. Tra-la-la-la-la.” “When it is raining I come and watch you dance,” Squirrel said. “Spitter, spatter, splash. Lovely!” “And when you dance to the moon and the stars my babies and I stay up all the way to sunrise,”
