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(ll. 252-259) And when Leeky saw him fallen forward, but still half alive, he pressed through those who fought in front and hurled a sharp reed at him; but the point of the spear was stayed and did not break his shield.  Then noble Rueful, like Ares himself, struck his flawless head-piece made of four pots —­ he only among the Frogs showed prowess in the throng.  But when he saw the other rush at him, he did not stay to meet the stout-hearted hero but dived down to the depths of the lake.

(ll. 260-271) Now there was one among the Mice, Slice-snatcher, who excelled the rest, dear son of Gnawer the son of blameless Bread-stealer.  He went to his house and bade his son take part in the war.  This warrior threatened to destroy the race of Frogs utterly (3), and splitting a chestnut-husk into two parts along the joint, put the two hollow pieces as armour on his paws:  then straightway the Frogs were dismayed and all rushed down to the lake, and he would have made good his boast —­ for he had great strength —­ had not the Son of Cronos, the Father of men and gods, been quick to mark the thing and pitied the Frogs as they were perishing.  He shook his head, and uttered this word: 

(ll. 272-276) `Dear, dear, how fearful a deed do my eyes behold!  Slice-snatcher makes no small panic rushing to and fro among the Frogs by the lake.  Let us then make all haste and send warlike Pallas or even Ares, for they will stop his fighting, strong though he is.’

(ll. 277-284) So said the Son of Cronos; but Hera answered him:  `Son of Cronos, neither the might of Athena nor of Ares can avail to deliver the Frogs from utter destruction.  Rather, come and let us all go to help them, or else let loose your weapon, the great and formidable Titan-killer with which you killed Capaneus, that doughty man, and great Enceladus and the wild tribes of Giants; ay, let it loose, for so the most valiant will be slain.’

(ll. 285-293) So said Hera:  and the Son of Cronos cast a lurid thunderbolt:  first he thundered and made great Olympus shake, and the cast the thunderbolt, the awful weapon of Zeus, tossing it lightly forth.  Thus he frightened them all, Frogs and Mice alike, hurling his bolt upon them.  Yet even so the army of the Mice did not relax, but hoped still more to destroy the brood of warrior Frogs.  Only, the Son of Cronos, on Olympus, pitied the Frogs and then straightway sent them helpers.

(ll. 294-303) So there came suddenly warriors with mailed backs and curving claws, crooked beasts that walked sideways, nut-cracker-jawed, shell-hided:  bony they were, flat-backed, with glistening shoulders and bandy legs and stretching arms and eyes that looked behind them.  They had also eight legs and two feelers —­ persistent creatures who are called crabs.  These nipped off the tails and paws and feet of the Mice with their jaws, while spears only beat on them.  Of these the Mice were all afraid and no longer stood up to them, but turned and fled.  Already the sun was set, and so came the end of the one-day war.