One day, on Christmas eve, right in the middle of dinner, he couldn't stand it anymore. Luckily one window was open "croak, I can hop out of this window" and he croaked again. Fred was out of the window in one jump. He hopped along to the pond to find a dragonfly "croak, now I can catch my Christmas dinner", but when he got to the pond there was not a dragonfly in sight. Fred was cross. He stamped his foot on the ground and something strange happened, a crack appeared on the floor, it opened wider and wider and wider and soon he saw some giant leaves bigger than himself. Whilst admiring the leaves Fred lost his balance and fell bump, bump, bump all the way down to the bottom of the crack. Fred was dizzy and spun round and fell in a puddle. Lying on his back he looked up "dragonflies!" he croaked, dozens and dozens of them. It was Fred's best Christmas ever!