The Moon was shining through the mist over the Paddock End ponds.
All was very quiet and the water in the ponds was very still.

Barnaby frog hopped onto a log that was laying in the water at the side of the pond.
He saw the moon and knew it was a very special night.

Barnaby began to sing "The Song of the Moon" that his mother had taught him.
"Rivit rivit... Rivit rivit... Rivit rivit rivit."

Suddenly a large Grandpa frog leapt out of the pond and sat on the log beside Barnaby.
"I see the Moon." said Grandpa frog.

They both started to sing to the Moon. Grandpa frog sang in a deep voice. "Croak croak.. Croak."
Barnaby sang in a higher tone. "Rivit rivit... Rivit rivit.
The two sang a duet to the Moon. Croak rivit rivit... Croak rivit rivit...

As Barnaby and Grandpa were singing Teio, one of Barnaby's brothers hopped onto the log.
"Can I join in ?" asked Teio. With Teio there would be three, so they could now sing as a "trio".

Teio could not form his "R's" properly so went "Wivit" instead of rivit.
But they all sang happily to the moon, which is what mattered.
Croak rivit wivit... Croak rivit wivit... Croak croak, rivit rivit, wivit wivit.....

Grandpa, Barnaby and Teio stopped singing. Something was not sounding right some of the notes were "missing".
Now it was very odd that they should say that! As soon as they said
"Something is missing" ..........

With a splash and a whoosh little Miss Sing landed on the end of the log.
Miss Sing could sing all the very high notes that could reach the Moon.

The four frogs, now a quartet, began to to sing "The Song of the Moon".
Croak rivit wivit Ceee.... Croak rivit wivit Ceee.... Croak rivit wivit Ceee....
It sounded wonderful.

Barnaby wanted to know how many frogs it took to make such a wonderful sound.
So he started counting. Grandpa one, Teio two, Miss Sing three.
"That is odd." said Barnaby. "Last time there was three it sounded dreadful."

You forgot to count somebody." said Miss Sing. "You forgot Barnaby, you forgot to count yourself."
"Oh dear." said Barnaby. "So I did! There are really four of us, we are a quartet."
Everybody laughed at Barnaby's mistake.
Then suddenly ..........

There landed on the log, in the middle of the group:
That great enemy of all frogs, the Great White Ork.
All the frogs were terrified.

With a sudden splish, splash, and a splosh, all the frogs jumped of the log and disappeared beneath the water of the pond.
"Oh that’s a shame." said the Ork. "I only wanted to join in with the singing. It sounded so nice."
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