Froggy rides a bike 2017.03.04

Froggy Ride A Bike By Joahthan London Illustrated by Frank Remkiewicz Froggy looked out the window. His shiny new bike gleamed in the sun. “Yippee!” he said… and he flopped outside and hopped on his bike --- flop flop…bing! --- and took off. He pedaled so fast that soon he was going about a million miles an hour! He pedaled so fast that soon he was flying high in the sky --- WHEEEEE! And there was his dad far, far below, calling, FRROOGGYY! Froggy stopped flying. He was falling… falling… He woke up and rubbed his eyes. “Rise and shine, Froggy!” said his dad. “Today’s the day we get your bike!” “Yippee!” cried Froggy. He bounced out of bed and flopped into the kitchen --- flop flop flop! “Let’s go,” said Froggy. “Okay,” said his dad. “But first you have to get dressed!” “Oops!” said Froggy. And he flopped back to his bedroom to get dressed --- zip! zoop! zup! zut! zut! zut! At the bike shop, Froggy said, “I want a trick bike!” “But, Froggy,” said his dad, “first you have to learn how to ride a bike!” “Okay,” said Froggy. “But I get to pick it out! That one!” “Too big,” said Dad. “That one!” “Too expensive,” said Dad. “That one!” said Froggy. “It’s the bike of my dreams!” “Okey-doke!” said Dad. “Yippee!” cried Froggy. “My very first bike! But now I need a horn and a bell!” “Both?” said Dad. “Okey-doke!” And Froggy got a horn and a bell --- honk! honk! ting-a-ling! Back at home, everybody gathered around to watch. All of Froggy’s friends were there --- even Frogilina. “Okay, Froggy,” said his dad. “Now hop on and pedal like mad. I won’t let go!” “Okay,” said Froggy. “But first you have to put my horn on. And my bell. Then I’ll ride my bike!” Froggy’s dad put his horn on --- honk! honk! “Now hop on and pedal like mad,” he said. “I won’t let go.” “Okay,” said Froggy. “But you still have to put my bell on. Then I’ll ride my bike!” Froggy’s dad put his bell on --- ting-a-ling! “Now hop on and pedal like mad,” he said. “I won’t let go.” So Froggy hopped on his bike --- flop flop…bing! --- and pedaled like mad --- honk honk! ting-a-ling! zoom zoom zoom! But then Froggy’s dad… LET GO! FRROOGGYY! he yelled. “Wha-a-a-a-t?” “Hold on tight!” “Yikes!” cried Froggy. His bike zigged and zagged and wobbled. He was falling…falling… Thump! He fell on his bottom. Frogilina giggled. Froggy’s dad helped him up and said, “Good job, Froggy! Now hop on again and pedal like mad! I won’t let go!” Froggy rubbed his bottom and hopped on his bike --- flop flop…bing! --- and pedaled like mad --- honk honk! ting-a-ling! zoom zoom zoom! But Froggy’s dad… let go again! Froggy’s friends shouted, “Go, Froggy, go!” “Yikes!” cried Froggy. His bike zigged and zagged and wobbled. He was falling…falling… But he didn’t give up. He yelled, WHEEEEE! and rode his bike… up and down and up and down until dinner. All of Froggy’s friends had gone home --- except for Frogilina. “Watch me!” said Froggy. “No hands!” And Froggy rode his bike with no hands… right smack into a tree --- thump!--- and fell on his rump. “Oops!” cried Froggy, looking more red in the face than green. Frogilina laughed. At dinner, Froggy couldn’t sit down. “What’s the matter?” asked his mom. “My butt’s too sore!” “Fwoggy ga booboo!” giggled Polly. But in the morning, Froggy hopped on his bike --- flop flop…bing! honk! honk! ting-a-ling! zoom zoom zoom --- and popped wheelies… all day long --- boing! boing! boing!