He was too much interested in what he was watching . Peter stared down into the water to see what was interesting Old Mr. Toad so much , but he saw nothing but a lot of wriggling tadpoles . `` What are you staring at so , Mr. Sobersides ? '' asked Peter , speaking a little louder than before . Old Mr. Toad turned and looked at Peter , and there was a look of great pride in his face . `` I 'm just watching my babies . Are n't they lovely ? '' said he . Peter stared harder than ever , but he could n't see anything that looked like a baby Toad . `` Where are they ? '' asked he . `` I do n't see any babies but those of Grandfather Frog , and if you ask me , I always did think tadpoles about the homeliest things in th ' world . '' Old Mr. Toad grew indignant . `` Those are not Grandfather Frog 's children ; they 're mine ! '' he sputtered . `` And I 'll have you know that they are the most beautiful babies in th ' world ! '' Peter drew a hand across his mouth to hide a smile . `` I beg your pardon , Mr. Toad , '' said he . `` I -- I thought all tadpoles were Frog babies . They all look alike to me . ''
`` Well , they 're not , '' declared Old Mr. XXXXX .
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