In the garden behind the palace, Pom and Alexander watched the sky become dark and cloudy. "Perfect day for a frog hunt," said Pom.

Alexander quickly agreed. "I'll say. We should go down to the lake."

"Okay," said Pom. "But you know you'll never get as many frogs as I will!"

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that! Hang on, I'll get my jar," Alexander called back to Pom as he ran inside the palace.

He hurried up the stairs and into his room. Looking at the jar he normally used for frog hunting, Alexander frowned. Pom has a bucket twice as big as this, he thought. He tried to think of something, anything, bigger and better. Then he thought of it. Flora had a big jar that would be just right. He scurried down the hall.

Alexander's curious face poked through the slightly opened door. Eyes wide, he scanned Flora's room from top to bottom. Good, he thought, the coast is clear. For a major frog hunt with Pom, he would not go without a big jar to hold as many frogs as possible. Alexander looked in Flora's closet, and sure enough, he saw it – a huge glass jar that Flora used to hold spare change. Pom's not going to catch more this time! Alexander climbed onto a stepstool, reached up to the high shelf and pulled down the jar. It was heavier than he expected, filled to the brim with gold coins, and he teetered this way and that. One foot slid over the side, and he lost his balance.

Crash! Alexander hit the floor and sent a shower of coins bearing his father's face falling down around him. He heard a flurry of feet. When he opened his eyes, he saw Flora staring down at him, arms crossed. "Hi Flora," Alexander sputtered nervously.

"Alexander! Give that back!" Flora shouted, trying to pull the jar away from him. "You're trying to steal my money."

"Am not!" Alexander yelled back. "I just want the jar to catch frogs."

"Yuck! Even if I believed you, that's disgusting!" Flora pulled harder on the jar and managed to wrestle it away from him. "Ha!"

Just then, King Babar appeared in the doorway. "What is going on in here?"

Seeing the stern look on his face, the children quieted down. Flora was quick to get the first word in. "Alexander came into my room without asking. And he's trying to steal my money, father."

"Am not," Alexander shot back.

"Now children…" Babar began, but was promptly interrupted.

"Were too! And you made up a stupid lie." Flora started to gather up the coins, keeping an eye on Alexander.

"I didn't! I'm going frog hunting with Pom."

"A likely story."

"Children!" boomed Babar. Sure enough, Flora stopped gathering coins and Alexander stopped screaming. "If you can't work this out peacefully, you'll both go to your rooms until you can."

"But my frog hunt!" Alexander whined.

"No buts. You'll stay in your room until you're ready to apologize."

Babar left Flora's room with Alexander. As the door closed behind them, Alexander looked back just in time to hear Flora mutter, "Thanks a lot!"

Without a word, Alexander shuffled into his room and slammed the door behind him. Babar sighed, mopping his brow with his trunk. After straightening his bow tie, he headed in the direction of his throne room. Queen Celeste saw him coming and smiled. "Hello dear."

"Oh, hello Celeste," Babar answered halfheartedly.

"What's troubling you? You seem down."

Babar shook his head. "Flora and Alexander are not getting along. He went into her room without asking permission. She says he's trying to steal her money, and he says he wanted her jar. I only wish they could calmly work things out by themselves."

Celeste chuckled dryly. "I seem to remember you having some trouble with that very thing."

"When?" Babar was defensive. Then he gave it some thought. "Oh, you mean…"

"…the Great Land Dispute," Celeste finished, nodding.

"How could I forget!" Babar answered, somewhat sheepishly. "But that was a very long time ago, and a very different situation."

"I'm not so sure about that, my dear." Celeste smiled, putting an arm around Babar. "Let's see… it all began when I was pregnant with the triplets…"