He swept his long tongue this way , and he swept it that way , and each time he drew it back into his mouth , it was covered with ants . At last Old Mr. Toad could n't hold another ant . Then he remembered Buster Bear and looked up a little fearfully . Buster was smacking his lips , and there was a twinkle in each eye . `` Good , are n't they ? '' said he . `` The best I ever ate , '' declared Old Mr. Toad with a sigh of satisfaction . `` Come dine with me again , '' said Buster Bear , and somehow this time Old Mr. Toad did n't mind because his voice sounded grumbly-rumbly . `` Thank you , I will , '' replied Old Mr. Toad . XX OLD MR. TOAD IS PUFFED UP Old Mr. Toad hopped slowly down the Lone Little Path . He usually does hop slowly , but this time he hopped slower than ever . You see , he was so puffed up that he could n't have hopped fast if he had wanted to , and he did n't want to . In the first place his stomach was so full of ants that there was n't room for another one . No , Sir , Old Mr. Toad could n't have swallowed another ant if he had tried . Of course they made his stomach stick out , but it was n't the ants that puffed him out all over . Oh , my , no ! It was pride . That 's what it was -- pride . You know nothing can puff any one up quite like foolish pride . Old Mr. Toad was old enough to have known better .
It is bad enough XXXXX see young and foolish creatures puffed up with pride , but it is worse to see any one as old as Old Mr. Toad that way .
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