Beecham waited until none of the giants were looking, and then leapt with all his strength to the top of the pot.  He made it!  And wasn’t his family surprised to see him jumping in with them!  “You blockhead!” they said, “We’re in big trouble here, and you finally decide to jump like a frog just to join us?” 

Beecham ignored them all.  “I think I can make a hole in the bottom of this pot,” he explained to those who would listen.  “When the water starts to drop, swim for the bottom and out the hole.  Then follow me!”  With that, Beecham dove for all he was worth, looking for the plug he knew was there.

It took three tries, but finally Beecham shoved pulled that plug and the water began leaking out through the hole.  Finally his family realized what was happening, and one by one they snuck through the hole and into the tall grass.  Beecham had to help many of them, because they didn’t know how to dive.  He did, though, and was a strong diver.  Soon every single frog was out of the pot.  Quickly Beecham led them through the tall grass to the safety of the dense forest underbrush.  They hid all night, scampering here and there along the tiny animal trails that Beecham knew so well, staying well away from the two-legged intruders who were beating the brush with sticks trying to find their dinner.  Finally they gave up and went away, leaving the forest as peaceful as ever.

Little Beecham saved all of them that starlit night, and never did they chase him again.  His father gave him the choicest lily pad for his own, and cuffed any frog that dared to pick on him.  Lady frogs brought him the nicest treats, and new little ones begged him to teach them how to dive.  Beecham was a hero, and the south side of the still, swampy pool remains to this day a safe haven for the bullfrogs.