He hooked his great claws into the old log and gave a mighty pull . Over rolled the log , and there were ants and ants and ants , hurrying this way and scurrying that way , more ants than Mr. Toad had seen in all his life before ! `` Help yourself , '' said Buster Bear politely . Old Mr. Toad did n't wait to be told twice . He forgot all about his fright . He forgot all about Buster Bear . He forgot that he was n't hungry . He forgot his manners . He jumped right in among those ants , and for a little while he was the busiest Toad ever seen . Buster Bear was busy too . 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 .
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