When summer comes, the fields are full of quack.
One day, Xiaoming saw a frog passing by the field. He was wearing green clothes, bulging a white belly, staring at a pair of big round eyes and shouting at him as if to say "Hello, hello". Xiaoming is happy. He goes quietly, squats down and covers his hands. Yeah! When the frog caught it, Xiao Ming couldn't close his mouth happily. He was about to go home when an old grandfather said, "frogs are good friends of crops. It's not right for you to catch them." Xiaoming's head lowered. He crouched down and let the frog go.
Grandpa said, "that's a good boy."