“WHAT DO YOU mean I’ve got one hundred new brothers and sisters?!” cried Ribburta the frog. “I already have more brothers and sisters than I can count!”
But Ribburta’s mum wasn’t listening. She was gazing down at a big ball of frogspawn, floating there in the pond, with a very goopy look in her googly eyes. “Aren’t they just adorable?” she cooed. “They look just like you when you were little.”
Ribburta was absolutely sure she had never looked like that—all
