`` Hallo ! '' he cried , `` what a bad rocket ! '' and he threw him over the wall into the ditch . `` BAD Rocket ? BAD Rocket ? '' he said , as he whirled through the air ; `` impossible ! GRAND Rocket , that is what the man said . BAD and GRAND sound very much the same , indeed they often are the same '' ; and he fell into the mud . `` It is not comfortable here , '' he remarked , `` but no doubt it is some fashionable watering-place , and they have sent me away to recruit my health . My nerves are certainly very much shattered , and I require rest . '' Then a little Frog , with bright jewelled eyes , and a green mottled coat , swam up to him . `` A new arrival , I see ! '' said the Frog . `` Well , after all there is nothing like mud . Give me rainy weather and a ditch , and I am quite happy . Do you think it will be a wet afternoon ? I am sure I hope so , but the sky is quite blue and cloudless . What a pity ! '' `` Ahem ! ahem ! ''
said the XXXXX , and he began to cough .
Hallo Rocket afternoon arrival eyes pity rest sound wall watering-place