Title: The Adventures of Jerry Muskrat
Author: Burgess, Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo)
Language: English
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THE ADVENTURES OF JERRY MUSKRAT

By Thornton W. Burgess



CHAPTER I: Jerry Muskrat Has A Fright

What was it Mother Muskrat had said about Farmer Brown’s boy and his
traps? Jerry Muskrat sat on the edge of the Big Rock and kicked his
heels while he tried to remember. The fact is, Jerry had not half
heeded. He had been thinking of other things. Besides, it seemed to him
that Mother Muskrat was altogether foolish about a great many things.

“Pooh!” said Jerry, throwing out his chest, “I guess I can take care of
myself without being tied to my mother’s apron strings! What if Farmer
Brown’s boy is setting traps around the Smiling Pool? I guess he can’t
fool your Uncle Jerry. He isn’t so smart as he thinks he is; I can fool
him any day.” Jerry chuckled. He was thinking of how he had once fooled
Farmer Brown’s boy into thinking a big trout was on his hook.

Slowly Jerry slid into the Smiling Pool and swam over towards his
favorite log. Peter Rabbit stuck his head over the edge of the bank.
“Hi, Jerry,” he shouted, “last night I saw Farmer Brown’s boy coming
over this way with a lot of traps. Better watch out!”

“Go chase yourself, Peter Rabbit. I guess I can look out for myself,”
 replied Jerry, just a little crossly.

Peter made a wry face and started for the sweet clover patch. Hardly was
he out of sight when Billy Mink and Bobby Coon came down the Laughing
Brook together. They seemed very much excited. When they saw Jerry
Muskrat, they beckoned for him to come over where they were, and when he
got there, they both talked at once, and it was all about Farmer Brown’s
boy and his traps.

“You’d better watch out, Jerry,” warned Billy Mink, who is a great
traveler and has had wide experience.

“Oh, I guess I’m able to take care of myself,” said Jerry airily, and
once more started for his favorite log. And what do you suppose he was
thinking about as he swam along? He was wishing that he knew what a trap
looked like, for despite his boasting he didn’t even know what he was
to look out for. As he drew near his favorite log, something tickled his
nose. He stopped swimming to sniff and sniff. My, how good it did smell!
And it seemed to come right straight from the old log. Jerry began to
swim as fast as he could. In a few minutes he scrambled out on the
old log. Then Jerry rubbed his eyes three times to be sure that he saw
aright. There were luscious pieces of carrot lying right in front of
him.

Now there is nothing that Jerry Muskrat likes better than carrot. So
he didn’t stop to wonder how it got there. He just reached out for the
nearest piece and ate it. Then he reached for the next piece and ate it.
Then he did a funny little dance just for joy. When he was quite out of
breath, he sat down to rest. Snap! Something had Jerry Muskrat by the
tail! Jerry squealed with fright and pain. Oh, how it did hurt! He
twisted and turned, but he was held fast and could not see what had him.
Then he pulled and pulled, until it seemed as if his tail would pull
off. But it didn’t. So he kept pulling, and pretty soon the thing let go
so suddenly that Jerry tumbled head first into the water.

When he reached home, Mother Muskrat did his sore tail up for him. “What
did I tell you about traps?” she asked severely.

Jerry stopped crying. “Was that a trap?” he asked. Then he remembered
that in his fright he didn’t even see it. “Oh, dear,” he moaned, “I
wouldn’t know one to-day if I met it.”



CHAPTER II: The Convention At The Big Rock

Jolly round, red Mr. Sun looked down on the Smiling Pool. He almost
forgot to keep on climbing up in the blue sky, he was so interested in
what he saw there. What do you think it was? Why, it was a convention at
the Big Rock, the queerest convention he ever had seen. Your papa would
say that it was a mass-meeting of angry citizens. Maybe it was, but that
is a pretty long term. Anyway, Mother Muskrat said it was a convention,
and she ought to know, for she is the one who had called it.

Of course Jerry Muskrat was there, and his uncles and aunts and all
his cousins. Billy Mink was there, and all his relations, even old
Grandfather Mink, who has lost most of his teeth and is a little hard of
hearing.

Little Joe Otter was there, with his father and mother and all his
relations even to his third cousins. Bobby Coon was there, and he had
brought with him every Coon of his acquaintance who ever fished in the
Smiling Pool or along the Laughing Brook. And everybody was looking very
solemn, very solemn indeed.

When the last one had arrived, Mother Muskrat climbed up on the Big Rock
and called Jerry Muskrat up beside her, where all could see him. Then
she made a speech. “Friends of the Smiling Pool and Laughing Brook,”
 began Mrs. Muskrat, “I have called you together to show you what has
happened to my son Jerry and to ask your advice.” She stopped and
pointed to Jerry’s sore tail. “What do you think did that?” she
demanded.

“Probably Jerry’s been in a fight and got whipped,” said Bobby Coon to
his neighbor, for Bobby Coon is a graceless young scamp and does not
always show proper respect to his neighbors.

Mrs. Muskrat glared at him, for she had overheard the remark. Then she
held up one hand to command silence. “Friends, it was a trap--a trap
set by Farmer Brown’s boy! a trap to catch you and me and our children!”
 said she solemnly. “It is no longer safe for our little folks to play
around the Smiling Pool or along the Laughing Brook. What are we going
to do about it?”

Everybody looked at everybody else in dismay. Then everybody began to
talk at once, and if Farmer Brown’s boy could have heard all the things
said about him, his cheeks certainly would have burned. Indeed, I am
afraid that they would have blistered. Such excitement! Everybody had
a different idea, and nobody would listen to anybody else. Old Mr. Mink
lost his temper and called Grandpa Otter a meddlesome know-nothing. It
looked very much as if the convention was going to break up in a sad
quarrel. Then Mr. Coon climbed up on the Big Rock and with a stick
pounded for silence.

“I move,” said he, “that in as much as we cannot agree, we tell
Great-Grandfather Frog all about the danger and ask his advice, for he
is very old and very wise and remembers when the world was young. All in
favor please raise their right hands.”

At once the air was full of hands, and everybody was good-natured once
more. So it was agreed to call in Great-Grandfather Frog.



CHAPTER III: The Oracle Of The Smiling Pool

Grandfather Frog sat on his big green lily-pad with his eyes half
closed, for all the world as if he knew nothing about the meeting at the
Big Rock. Of course he did know, for there isn’t much going on around
the Smiling Pool which he doesn’t see or at least hear all about. The
Merry Little Breezes, who are here, there, and everywhere, told him
all that was going on, so that when he saw Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe
Otter swimming towards him, he knew what they were coming for. But he
pretended to be very much surprised when Jerry Muskrat very politely
said: “Good morning, Grandfather Frog.”

“Good morning, Jerry Muskrat. You’re out early this morning,” replied
Grandfather Frog.

“If you please, you are wanted over at the Big Rock,” said Jerry.

Grandfather Frog’s eyes twinkled, but he made his voice very deep and
gruff as he replied: “Chugarum! You’re a scamp, Jerry Muskrat, and
Little Joe Otter is another. What trick are you trying to play on me
now?”

Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe Otter looked a wee bit sheepish, for it was
true that they were forever trying to play tricks on Grandfather Frog.
“Really and truly, Grandfather Frog, there isn’t any trick this time,”
 said Jerry. “There is a meeting at the Big Rock to try to decide what to
do to keep Farmer Brown’s boy from setting traps around the Smiling Pool
and along the Laughing Brook, and everybody wants your advice, because
you are so old and so wise. Please come.”

Grandfather Frog smoothed down his white and yellow waistcoat and
pretended to think the matter over very seriously, while Jerry and
Little Joe fidgeted impatiently. Finally he spoke.

“I am very old, as you have said, Jerry Muskrat, and it is a long way
over to the Big Rock.”

“Get right on my back and I’ll take you over there,” said Jerry eagerly.

“I’m afraid that you’ll spill me off,” replied Grandfather Frog.

“No, I won’t; just try me and see,” begged Jerry.

So Grandfather Frog climbed on Jerry Muskrat’s back, and Jerry started
for the Big Rock as fast as he could go. When all the Minks and the
Otters and the Coons and the Muskrats saw them coming, they gave a
great shout, for Grandfather Frog is sometimes called the oracle of the
Smiling Pool. You know an oracle is one who is very wise.

Bobby Coon helped Grandfather Frog up on the Big Rock, and when he had
made himself comfortable, Mrs. Muskrat told him all about Farmer Brown’s
boy and his traps, and how Jerry had been caught in one by the tail, and
she ended by asking for his advice, because they all knew that he was so
wise.

When she said this, Grandfather Frog puffed himself up until it seemed
as if his white and yellow waistcoat would surely burst. He sat very
still for a while and gazed straight at jolly, round, red Mr. Sun
without blinking once. Then he spoke in a very deep voice.

“To-morrow morning at sunrise I will tell you what to do,” said he. And
not another word could they get out of him.



CHAPTER IV: Grandfather Frog’s Plan

Just as Old Mother West Wind and her Merry Little Breezes came down from
the Purple Hills, and jolly, round, red Mr. Sun threw his nightcap off
and began his daily climb up in the blue sky, Great-Grandfather Frog
climbed up on the Big Rock in the Smiling Pool. Early as he was, all the
little people who live along the Laughing Brook and around the Smiling
Pool were waiting for him. Bobby Coon had found two traps set by Farmer
Brown’s boy, and Billy Mink had almost stepped in a third. No one felt
safe any more, yet no one knew what to do. So they all waited for the
advice of Great-Grandfather Frog, who, you know, is accounted very, very
wise.

Grandfather Frog cleared his throat. “Chugarum!” said he. “You must find
all the traps that Farmer Brown’s boy has set.”

“How are we going to do it?” asked Bobby Coon.

“By looking for them,” replied Grandfather Frog tartly.

Bobby Coon looked foolish and slipped out of sight behind his mother.

“All the Coons and all the Minks must search along the banks of the
Laughing Brook, and all the Muskrats and all the Otters must search
along the banks of the Smiling Pool. You must use your eyes and your
noses. When you find things good to eat where you have never found them
before, watch out! When you get the first whiff of the man-smell, watch
out! Billy Mink, you are small and quick, and your eyes are sharp. You
sit here on the Big Rock until you see Farmer Brown’s boy coming. Then
go hide in the bulrushes where you can watch him, but where he cannot
see you. Follow him everywhere he goes around the Smiling Pool or along
the Laughing Brook. Without knowing it, he will show you where every
trap is hidden.

“When all the traps have been found, drop a stick or a stone in each.
That will spring them, and then they will be harmless. Then you can
bury them deep in the mud. But don’t eat any of the food until you have
sprung all of the traps, for just as likely as not you will get caught.
When all the traps have been sprung, why not bring all the good things
to eat which you find around them to the Big Rock and have a grand
feast?”

“Hurrah for Grandfather Frog! That’s a great idea!” shouted Little Joe
Otter, turning a somersault in the water.

Every one agreed with Little Joe Otter, and immediately they began to
plan a grand hunt for the traps of Farmer Brown’s boy. The Muskrats
and the Otters started to search the banks of the Smiling Pool, and
the Coons and the Minks, all but Billy, started for the Laughing Brook.
Billy climbed up on the Big Rock to watch, and Grandfather Frog slowly
swam back to his big green lily-pad to wait for some foolish green flies
for his breakfast.



CHAPTER V: A Busy Day At The Smiling Pool

Everybody was excited. Yes, Sir, everybody in the Smiling Pool and along
the Laughing Brook was just bubbling over with excitement. Even Spotty
the Turtle, who usually takes everything so calmly that some people
think him stupid, climbed up on the highest point of an old log where he
could see what was going on. Only Grandfather Frog, sitting on his big
green lily-pad and watching for foolish green flies for his breakfast,
appeared not to know that something unusual was going on. Really, he
was just as much excited as the rest, but because he is very old and
accounted very, very wise, it would not do for him to show it.

What was it all about? Why, all the Minks and the Coons and the Otters
and the Muskrats, who live and play around the Smiling Pool and the
Laughing Brook, were hunting for traps. Yes, Sir, they were hunting for
traps set by Farmer Brown’s boy, just as Grandfather Frog had advised
them to.

Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe Otter were hunting together. They were
swimming along close to shore just where the Laughing Brook leaves the
Smiling Pool, when Jerry wrinkled up his funny little nose and stopped
swimming. Sniff, sniff, sniff, went Jerry Muskrat. Then little cold
shivers ran down his backbone and way out to the tip of his tail.

“What is it?” asked Little Joe Otter.

“It’s the man-smell,” whispered Jerry.

Just then Little Joe Otter gave a long sniff. “My, I smell fish!” he
cried, his eyes sparkling, and started in the direction from which the
smell came. He swam faster than Jerry, and in a minute he shouted in
delight.

“Hi, Jerry! Some one’s left a fish on the edge of the bank: What a
feast!”

Jerry hurried as fast as he could swim, his eyes popping out with
fright, for the nearer he got, the stronger grew that dreadful
man-smell. “Don’t touch it,” he panted. “Don’t touch it, Joe Otter!”

Little Joe laughed. “What’s the matter, Jerry? ‘Fraid I’ll eat it all up
before you get here?” he asked, as he reached out for the fish.

“Stop!” shrieked Jerry, and gave Little Joe a push, just as the latter
touched the fish.

Snap! A pair of wicked steel jaws flew together and caught Little Joe
Otter by a claw of one toe. If it hadn’t been for Jerry’s push, he would
have been caught by a foot.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” cried Little Joe Otter.

“Next time I guess you’ll remember what Grandfather Frog said about
watching out when you find things to eat where they never were before,”
 said Jerry, as he helped Little Joe pull himself free from the trap. But
he left the claw behind and had a dreadfully sore toe as a result.
Then they buried the trap deep down in the mud and started to look for
another.

All around the Smiling Pool and along the Laughing Brook their cousins
and uncles and aunts and friends were just as busy, and every once in a
while some one would have just as narrow an escape as Little Joe Otter.
And all the time up at the farmhouse Farmer Brown’s boy was planning
what he would do with the skins of the little animals he was sure he
would catch in his traps.



CHAPTER VI: Farmer Brown’s Boy Is Puzzled

Farmer Brown’s boy was whistling merrily as he tramped down across the
Green Meadows. The Merry Little Breezes saw him coming, and they raced
over to the Smiling Pool to tell Billy Mink. Farmer Brown’s boy was
coming to visit his traps. He was very sure that he would find Billy
Mink or Little Joe Otter, or Jerry Muskrat, or perhaps Bobby Coon.

Billy Mink was sitting on top of the Big Rock. He saw the Merry Little
Breezes racing across the Green Meadows, and behind them he saw Farmer
Brown’s boy. Billy Mink dived head first into the Smiling Pool. Then
he swam over to Jerry Muskrat’s house and warned Jerry. Together they
hunted up Little Joe Otter, and then the three little scamps in brown
hid in the bulrushes, where they could watch Farmer Brown’s boy.

The first place Farmer Brown’s boy visited was Jerry Muskrat’s old log.
Very cautiously he peeped over the edge of the bank. The trap was gone!

“Hurrah!” shouted Farmer Brown’s boy. He was very much excited, as he
caught hold of the end of the chain, which fastened it to the old log.
He was sure that at last he had caught Jerry Muskrat. When he pulled the
trap up, it was empty. Between the jaws were a few hairs and a little
bit of skin, which Jerry Muskrat had left there when he sprung the trap
with his tail.

Farmer Brown’s boy was disappointed. “Well, I’ll get him to-morrow,
anyway,” said he to himself. Then he went on to his next trap; it was
nowhere to be seen. When he pulled the chain he was so excited that he
trembled. The trap did not come up at once. He pulled and pulled, and
then suddenly up it came, all covered with mud. In it was one little
claw from Little Joe Otter. Very carefully Farmer Brown’s boy set the
trap again. If he could have looked over in the bulrushes and have
seen Little Joe Otter and Billy Mink and Jerry Muskrat watching him and
tickling and laughing, he would not have been so sure that next time he
would catch Little Joe Otter.

All around the Smiling Pool and then up and down the Laughing Brook
Farmer Brown’s boy tramped, and each trap he found sprung and buried in
the mud. He had stopped whistling by this time, and there was a puzzled
frown on his freckled face. What did it mean? Could some other boy have
found all his traps and played a trick by springing all of them? The
more he thought about it, the more puzzled he became. You see, he did
not know anything about the busy day the Minks and the Otters and the
Muskrats and the Coons had spent the day before.

Old Grandfather Frog, sitting on his big green lily-pad, smoothed down
his white and yellow waistcoat and winked up at jolly, round, red Mr.
Sun as Farmer Brown’s boy tramped off across the Green Meadows.

“Chugarum!” said Grandfather Frog, as he snapped up a foolish green fly.
“Much good it will do you to set those traps again!”

Then Grandfather Frog called to Billy Mink and sent him to tell all the
other little people of the Smiling Pool and the Laughing Brook that they
must hurry and spring all the traps again as they had before.

This time it was easy, because they knew just where the traps were, so
all day long they dropped sticks and stones into the traps and once more
sprung them. Then they prepared for a grand feast of the good things to
eat which Farmer Brown’s boy had left, scattered around the traps.



CHAPTER VII: Jerry Muskrat Makes A Discovery

The beautiful springtime had brought a great deal of happiness to the
Smiling Pool, as it had to the Green Meadows and to the Green Forest.
Great-Grandfather Frog, who had slept the long winter away in his own
special bed way down in the mud, had waked up with an appetite so great
that for a while it seemed as if he could think of nothing but his
stomach. Jerry Muskrat had felt the spring fever in his bones and had
gone up and down the Laughing Brook, poking into all kinds of places
just for the fun of seeing new things. Little Joe Otter had been more
full of fun than ever, if that were possible. Mr. and Mrs. Redwing had
come back to the bulrushes from their winter home way down in the warm
Southland. Everybody was happy, just as happy as could be.

One sunny morning Jerry Muskrat sat on the Big Rock in the middle of the
Smiling Pool, just thinking of how happy everybody was and laughing at
Little Joe Otter, who was cutting up all sorts of capers in the water.
Suddenly Jerry’s sharp eyes saw something that made him wrinkle his
forehead in a puzzled frown and look and look at the opposite bank.
Finally he called to Little Joe Otter.

“Hi, Little Joe! Come over here!” shouted Jerry.

“What for?” asked Little Joe, turning a somersault in the water.

“I want you to see if there is anything wrong with my eyes,” replied
Jerry.

Little Joe Otter stopped swimming and stared up at Jerry Muskrat. “They
look all right to me,” said he, as he started to climb up on the Big
Rock.

“Of course they look all right,” replied Jerry, “but what I want to know
is if they see all right. Look over at that bank.”

Little Joe Otter looked over at the bank. He stared and stared, but he
didn’t see anything unusual. It looked just as it always did. He told
Jerry Muskrat so.

“Then it must be my eyes,” sighed Jerry. “It certainly must be my eyes.
It looks to me as if the water does not come as high up on the bank as
it did yesterday.”

Little Joe Otter looked again and his eyes opened wide. “You are right,
Jerry Muskrat!” he cried. “There’s nothing the matter with your eyes.
The water is as low as it ever gets, even in the very middle of summer.
What can it mean?”

“I don’t know,” replied Jerry Muskrat. “It is queer! It certainly is
very queer! Let’s go ask Grandfather Frog. You know he is very old and
very wise, so perhaps he can tell us what it means.”

Splash! Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe Otter dived into the Smiling Pool
and started a race to see who could reach Grandfather Frog first. He
was sitting among the bulrushes on the edge of the Smiling Pool, for the
lily-pads were not yet big enough for him to sit on comfortably.

“Oh, Grandfather Frog, what’s the matter with the Smiling Pool?” they
shouted, as they came up quite out of breath.

“Chugarum! There’s nothing the matter with the Smiling Pool; it’s the
best place in all the world,” replied Grandfather Frog gruffly.

“But there is something the matter,” insisted Jerry Muskrat, and then he
told what he had discovered.

“I don’t believe it,” said Grandfather Frog. “I never heard of such a
thing in the springtime.”



CHAPTER VIII: Grandfather Frog Watches His Toes

Grandfather Frog sat among the bulrushes on the edge of the Smiling
Pool. Over his head Mr. Redwing was singing as if his heart would burst
with the very joy of springtime.

 “Tra-la-la-lee, see me!  See me!
  Happy am I as I can be!
  Happy am I the whole day long
  And so I sing my gladsome song.”

Of course Mr. Redwing was happy. Why shouldn’t he be? Here it was the
beautiful springtime, the gladdest time of all the year, the time when
happiness creeps into everybody’s heart. Grandfather Frog listened. He
nodded his head. “Chugarum! I’m happy, too,” said Grandfather Frog. But
even as he said it, a little worried look crept into his big goggly eyes
and then down to the corners of his big mouth, which had been stretched
in a smile. Little by little the smile grew smaller and smaller, until
there wasn’t any smile. No, Sir, there wasn’t any smile. Instead of
looking happy, as he said he felt, Grandfather Frog actually looked
unhappy.

The fact is he couldn’t forget what Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe Otter
had told him--that there was something the matter with the Smiling
Pool. He didn’t believe it, not a word of it. At least he tried to make
himself think that he didn’t believe it. They had said that the water
in the Smiling Pool was growing lower and lower, just as it did in the
middle of summer, in the very hottest weather. Now Grandfather Frog is
very old and very wise, and he had never heard of such a thing happening
in the springtime. So he wouldn’t believe it now. And yet--and yet
Grandfather Frog had an uncomfortable feeling that something was wrong.
Ha! he knew now what it was! He had been sitting up to his middle in
water, and now he was sitting with only his toes in the water, and he
couldn’t remember having changed his position!

“Of course, I moved without thinking what I was doing,” muttered
Grandfather Frog, but still the worried look didn’t leave his face. You
see he just couldn’t make himself believe what he wanted to believe, try
as he would.

“Chugarum! I know what I’ll do; I’ll watch my toes!” exclaimed
Grandfather Frog.

So Grandfather Frog waded out into the water until it covered his feet,
and then he sat down and began to watch his toes. Mr. Redwing looked
down and saw him, and Grandfather Frog looked so funny gazing at his own
toes that Mr. Redwing stopped singing long enough to ask: “What are you
doing, Grandfather Frog?”

“Watching my toes,” replied Grandfather Frog gruffly.

“Watching your toes! Ho, ho, ho! Watching your toes! Who ever heard of
such a thing? Are you afraid that they will run away, Grandfather Frog?”
 shouted Mr. Redwing.

Grandfather Frog didn’t answer. He kept right on watching his toes.
Mr. Redwing flew away to tell everybody he met how Grandfather Frog had
become foolish and was watching his toes. The sun shone down warm and
bright, and pretty soon Grandfather Frog’s big goggly eyes began to
blink. Then his head began to nod, and then--why, then Grandfather Frog
fell fast asleep.

By and by Grandfather Frog awoke with a start. He looked down at his
toes. They were not in the water at all! Indeed, the water was a good
long jump away.

“Chugarum! There is something wrong with the Smiling Pool!” cried
Grandfather Frog, as he made a long jump into the water and started to
swim out to the Big Rock.



CHAPTER IX: The Laughing Brook Stops Laughing

There was something wrong. Grandfather Frog knew it the very minute he
got up that morning. At first he couldn’t think what it was. He sat
with just his head out of water and blinked his great goggly eyes, as
he tried to think what it was that was wrong. Suddenly Grandfather Frog
realized how still it was. It was a different kind of stillness from
anything he could ever remember. He missed something, and he couldn’t
think what it was. It wasn’t the song of Mr. Redwing. There were
many times when he didn’t hear that. It was--Grand-father Frog gave a
startled jump out on to the shore. “Chugarum! It’s the Laughing Brook!
The Laughing Brook has stopped laughing!” cried Grandfather Frog.

Could it be? Who ever heard of such a thing, excepting when Jack Frost
bound the Laughing Brook with hard black ice? Why, in the spring and in
the summer and in the fall the Laughing Brook had laughed--such a merry,
happy laugh--ever since Grandfather Frog could remember, and you know he
can remember way back in the long ago, for he is very old and very wise.
Never once in all that time had the Laughing Brook failed to laugh. It
couldn’t be true now! Grandfather Frog put a hand behind one ear and
listened and listened, but not a sound could he hear.

“Chugarum! It must be me,” said Grandfather Frog. “It must be that I am
growing old and deaf. I’ll go over and ask Jerry Muskrat.”

So Grandfather Frog dove into the water and swam out to the middle of
the Smiling Pool, on his way to Jerry Muskrat’s house. It was then that
he first fully realized the truth of what Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe
Otter had told him the day before--that there was something very, very
wrong with the Smiling Pool. He stopped swimming to look around, and it
seemed as if his great goggly eyes would pop right out of his head. Yes,
Sir, it seemed as if those great goggly eyes certainly would pop right
out of Grandfather Frog’s head. The Smiling Pool had grown so small that
there wasn’t enough of it left to smile!

“Where are you going, Grandfather Frog?” asked a voice over his head.

Grandfather Frog looked up. Looking down on him from over the edge of
the Big Rock was Jerry Muskrat. The edge of the Big Rock was twice as
high above the water as Grandfather Frog had ever seen it before.

“I--I--was going to swim over to your house to see you,” replied
Grandfather Frog.

“It’s of no use,” replied Jerry, “because I’m not there. Besides, you
couldn’t swim there, anyway.”

“Why not?” demanded Grandfather Frog in great surprise.

“Because it isn’t in the water any longer; it’s way up on dry land,”
 said Jerry Muskrat in the most mournful voice.

“What’s that you say?” cried Grandfather Frog, as if he couldn’t believe
his own ears.

“It’s just as true as that I’m sitting here,” replied Jerry sadly.

“Listen, Jerry Muskrat, and tell me truly; is the Laughing Brook
laughing?” cried Grandfather Frog sharply.

“No,” replied Jerry, “the Laughing Brook has stopped laughing, and the
Smiling Pool has stopped smiling, and I think the world is upside down.”



CHAPTER X: Why The World Seemed Upside Down To Jerry Muskrat

Jerry Muskrat sat on the Big Rock in the Smiling Pool, which smiled
no longer, and held his head in both hands, for his head ached. He had
thought and thought and thought, until it seemed to him that his head
would split; and with all his thinking, he didn’t understand things any
more now than he had in the beginning. You see, Jerry Muskrat’s little
world was topsy-turvy. Yes, Sir, Jerry’s world was upside down! Anyway,
it seemed so to him, and he couldn’t understand it at all.

The Smiling Pool, the Laughing Brook, and the Green Meadows are Jerry
Muskrat’s little world. Now, as he sat on the Big Rock and looked about
him, the Green Meadows were as lovely as ever. He could see no change in
them. But the Laughing Brook had stopped laughing, and the Smiling Pool
had stopped smiling. The truth is there wasn’t enough of the Laughing
Brook left to laugh, and there wasn’t enough of the Smiling Pool left to
smile.

It was dreadful! Jerry looked over to his house, of which he had once
been so proud. He had built it with the doorway under water. He had felt
perfectly safe there, because no one excepting Billy Mink or Little Joe
Otter, who can swim under water, could reach him. Now the Smiling
Pool had grown so small that Jerry’s house wasn’t in the water at all.
Anybody who wanted to could get into it. There was the doorway plainly
to be seen. Worse still, there was the secret entrance to the long
tunnel leading to his castle under the roots of the Big Hickory-tree.
That had been Jerry’s most secret secret, and now there it was for all
the world to see. And there were all the wonderful caves and holes and
hiding-places under the bank which had been known only to Jerry Muskrat
and Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter, because the openings had always
been under water. Now anybody could find them, for they were plainly to
be seen. And where had always been smiling, dimpling water, Jerry saw
only mud. It was mud, mud, mud everywhere! The bulrushes, which had
always grown with their feet in the water, now had them only in mud, and
that was fast drying up. The lily-pads lay half curled up at the ends of
their long stems, stretched out on the mud, and looked very, very sick.
Jerry turned towards the Laughing Brook. There was just a little, teeny,
weeny stream of water trickling down the middle of it, with here and
there a tiny pool in which frightened trout and minnows were crowded.
All the secrets of the Laughing Brook were exposed, just as were the
secrets of the Smiling Pool. Jerry knew that if he wanted to find Billy
Mink’s hiding-places, all he need do would be to walk up the Laughing
Brook and look.

“Yes, Sir, the world has turned upside down,” said Jerry in a mournful
voice.

“I believe it has,” replied Grandfather Frog, looking up from the little
pool of water left at the foot of the Big Rock.

“I know it has!” cried Jerry. “I wonder if it will ever turn upside up
again.”

“If it doesn’t, what are you going to do?” asked Grandfather Frog.

“I don’t know,” replied Jerry Muskrat. “Here come Little Joe Otter and
Billy Mink; let’s find out what they are going to do.”



CHAPTER XI: Five Heads Together

Something had to be done. Jerry Muskrat said so. Grandfather Frog said
so. Billy Mink said so. Little Joe Otter said so. Even Spotty the
Turtle said so. The Laughing Brook couldn’t laugh, and the Smiling Pool
couldn’t smile. You see, there wasn’t water enough in either of them to
laugh or smile, and nobody knew if there ever would be again. Nobody had
ever known anything like it before, and so nobody knew what to think or
do. And yet they all felt that something must be done.

“What do you think, Billy Mink?” asked Grandfather Frog.

Billy Mink looked down from the top of the Big Rock into the little pool
of water that was all there was left of the Smiling Pool. He could see
a dozen fat trout in it, and he knew that he could catch them just as
easily as not, because there was no place for them to swim away from
him. But somehow he didn’t want to catch them. He knew that they were
frightened almost to death already by the running away of nearly all the
water from the Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool, and somehow he felt
sorry for them.

“I think that the best thing we can do is to move down to the Big River.
I’ve been down there, and that’s all right,” said Billy Mink.

“That’s what I think,” said Little Joe Otter. “There’s no danger that
the Big River will go dry.”

“How do you know?” asked Jerry Muskrat. “The Laughing Brook and the
Smiling Pool never went dry before.”

“It’s a long, long way down to the Big River,” broke in Spotty the
Turtle, who travels very, very slowly and carries his house with him.

“Chugarum! I, for one, don’t want to leave the Smiling Pool without
finding out what the trouble is.

 “There’s nothing happens, as you know,
  But has a cause to make it so.

“Now there must be some cause, some reason, for this terrible trouble
with the Smiling Pool, and if we can find that out, perhaps we shall
know better what to do,” said Grandfather Frog.

Jerry Muskrat nodded his head. “Grandfather Frog is right,” said he. “Of
course there must be a cause, but where are we to look for it? I’ve been
all over the Smiling Pool, and I’m sure it isn’t there.”

Grandfather Frog actually smiled. “Chugarum!” said he. “Of course the
cause of all the trouble isn’t in the Smiling Pool. Any one would know
that!”

“Well, if you know so much, tell us where it is then!” snapped Jerry
Muskrat.

“In the Laughing Brook, of course,” replied Grandfather Frog.

“No such thing!” said Billy Mink. “I’ve been all the way down the
Laughing Brook to the Big River, and I didn’t find a thing.”

“Have you been all the way up the Laughing Brook to the place it starts
from?” asked Grandfather Frog.

“No-o,” replied Billy Mink.

“Well, that’s where the cause of all the trouble is,” said Grandfather
Frog, just as if he knew all about it. “It’s the water that comes down
the Laughing Brook that makes the Smiling Pool, and the Smiling Pool
never could dry up if the Laughing Brook didn’t first stop running.”

“That’s so! I never had thought of that,” cried Little Joe Otter. “I
tell you what, Billy Mink and I will go way up the Laughing Brook and
see what we can find.”

“Chugarum! Let us all go,” said Grandfather Frog.

Then the five put their heads together and decided that they would go up
the Laughing Brook to hunt for the trouble.



CHAPTER XII: A Hunt For Trouble

Ol’ Mistah Buzzard, sailing high in the blue, blue sky, looked down on
a funny sight. Yes, Sir, it certainly was a funny sight. It was a little
procession of five of his friends of the Smiling Pool. First was Billy
Mink, who, because he is slim and nimble, moves so quickly it sometimes
is hard to follow him. Behind him was Little Joe Otter, whose legs are
so short that he almost looks as if he hadn’t any. Behind Little Joe
was Jerry Muskrat, who is a better traveler in the water than on land.
Behind Jerry was Grandfather Frog, who neither walks nor runs but
travels with great jumps. Last of all was Spotty the Turtle, who travels
very, very slowly because, you know, he carries his house with him.
And all five were headed up the Laughing Brook, which laughed no more,
because there was not water enough in it.

Now Ol’ Mistah Buzzard hadn’t been over near the Smiling Pool for some
time, and he hadn’t heard how the Smiling Pool had stopped smiling, and
the Laughing Brook had stopped laughing. When he looked down and saw how
the water was so nearly gone from them that the trout and the minnows
had hardly enough in which to live, he was so surprised that he kept
saying over and over to himself:

“Fo’ the lan’s sake! Fo’ the lan’s sake!”

Then, when he saw his five little friends marching up the Laughing
Brook, he guessed right away that it must be something to do with the
trouble in the Smiling Pool. Ol’ Mistah Buzzard just turned his broad
wings and slid down, down out of the blue, blue sky until he was right
over Grandfather Frog.

“Where are yo’alls going?” asked Ol’ Mistah Buzzard.

“Chugarum! To find out what is the trouble with the Laughing Brook,”
 replied Grandfather Frog.

“I’ll help you,” said Ol’ Mistah Buzzard, once more sailing up in the
blue, blue sky.

Grandfather Frog watched him until he was nothing but a speck. “I wish I
had wings,” sighed Grandfather Frog, and once more began to hop along up
the bed of the Laughing Brook.

The Laughing Brook came down from the Green Forest and wound through the
Green Meadows for a little way before it reached the Smiling Pool. There
the sun shone down into it, and Grandfather Frog didn’t mind, although
his legs were getting tired. But when they got into the Green Forest it
was dark and gloomy. At least Grandfather Frog thought so, and so did
Spotty the Turtle, for both dearly love the sunshine. But still they
kept on, for they felt that they must find the trouble with the Laughing
Brook. If they found this, they would also find the trouble with the
Smiling Pool.

So Billy Mink jumped and skipped far ahead; Little Joe Otter ran; Jerry
Muskrat walked, for he soon gets tired on land; Grandfather Frog hopped;
Spotty the Turtle crawled, and way, way up in the blue, blue sky, OF
Mistah Buzzard flew, all looking for the trouble which had stopped the
laughing of the Laughing Brook and the smiling of the Smiling Pool.



CHAPTER XIII: Ol’ Mistah Buzzard Sees Something

“Wait for me!” cried Little Joe Otter to Billy Mink, but Billy Mink was
in too much of a hurry and just ran faster.

“Wait for me!” cried Jerry Muskrat to Little Joe Otter, but Little Joe
was in too much of a hurry and just ran faster.

“Wait for me!” cried Grandfather Frog to Jerry Muskrat, but Jerry was in
too much of a hurry and just walked faster.

“Wait for me!” cried Spotty the Turtle to Grandfather Frog, but
Grandfather Frog was in too much of a hurry and just jumped faster.

So running and walking and jumping and crawling, Billy Mink, Little Joe
Otter, Jerry Muskrat, Grandfather Frog, and Spotty the Turtle hurried up
the Laughing Brook to try to find out why it laughed no more. And high
overhead in the blue, blue sky sailed Ol’ Mistah Buzzard, and he also
was looking for the trouble that had taken away the laugh from the
Laughing Brook and the smile from the Smiling Pool.

Now Ol’ Mistah Buzzard’s eyes are very sharp, and looking down from way
up in the blue, blue sky he can see a great deal. Indeed, Ol’ Mistah
Buzzard can see all that is going on below on the Green Meadows and in
the Green Forest. His wings are very broad, and he can sail through the
air very swiftly when he makes up his mind to. Now, as he looked down,
he saw that Billy Mink was selfish and wouldn’t wait for Little Joe
Otter, and Little Joe Otter was selfish and wouldn’t wait for Jerry
Muskrat, and Jerry Muskrat was selfish and wouldn’t wait for Grandfather
Frog, and Grandfather Frog was selfish and wouldn’t wait for Spotty the
Turtle.

“Ah reckon Ah will hurry up right smart and find out what the trouble
is mahself, and then go back and tell Brer Turtle; it will save him a
powerful lot of work, and it will serve Brer Mink right if Brer Turtle
finds out first what is the trouble with the Laughing Brook,” said Ol’
Mistah Buzzard and shot far ahead over the Green Forest towards that
part of it from which the Laughing Brook comes. In a few minutes he was
as far ahead of Billy Mink as Billy was ahead of Spotty the Turtle.

 For wings are swifter far than legs,
  On whatsoever purpose bent,
But doubly swift and tireless  Those wings on kindly deed intent.

And this is how it happened that Ol’ Mistah Buzzard was the first to
find out what it was that had stopped the laughing of the Laughing Brook
and the smiling of the Smiling Pool, but he was so surprised when he did
find out, that he forgot all about going back to tell Spotty the Turtle.
He forgot everything but his own great surprise, and he blinked his eyes
a great many times to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming. Then he sailed
around and around in circles, looking down among the trees of the Green
Forest and saying over and over to himself:

“Did yo’ ever? No, Ah never! Did yo’ ever? No, Ah never!”



CHAPTER XIV: Spotty The Turtle Keeps Right On Going

 “One step, two steps, three steps, so!
  Four steps, five steps, six steps go!
  Keep right on and do your best;
  Mayhap you’ll win while others rest.”

Spotty the Turtle said this over to himself every time he felt a little
down-hearted, as he plodded along the bed of the Laughing Brook. And
every time he said it, he felt better. “One step, two steps,” he kept
saying over and over, and each time he said it, he took a step and
then another. They were very short steps, very short steps indeed, for
Spotty’s legs are very short. But each one carried him forward just
so much, and he knew that he was just so much nearer the thing he was
seeking. Anyway, he hoped he was.

You see, if the Laughing Brook would never laugh any more, and the
Smiling Pool would never smile any more, there was nothing to do but
to go down to the Big River to live, and no one wanted to do that,
especially Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle.

Now, because Billy Mink could go faster than Little Joe Otter, and
Little Joe Otter could go faster than Jerry Muskrat, and Jerry could go
faster than Grandfather Frog, and Grandfather Frog could go faster than
Spotty the Turtle, and because each one wanted to be the first to find
the trouble, no one would wait for the one behind him. So Spotty the
Turtle, who has to carry his house with him, was a long, long way behind
the others. But he kept right on going.

 “One step, two steps, three steps, so!”

and he didn’t stop for anything. He crawled over sticks and around big
stones and sometimes, when he found a little pool of water, he swam. He
always felt better then, because he can swim faster than he can walk.

After a long, long time, Spotty the Turtle came to a little pool where
the sunshine lay warm and inviting. There, in the middle of it, on a
mossy stone, sat Grandfather Frog fast asleep. He had thought that he
was so far ahead of Spotty that he could safely rest his tired legs.
Spotty wanted to climb right up beside him and take a nap too, but he
didn’t. He just grinned and kept right on going.

 “One step, two steps, three steps, so!”

while Grandfather Frog slept on.

By and by, after a long, long time Spotty came to another little pool,
and who should he see but Jerry Muskrat busily opening and eating some
freshwater clams which he had found there. He was so busy enjoying
himself that he didn’t see Spotty, and Spotty didn’t say a word, but
kept right on going, although the sight of Jerry’s feast had made him
dreadfully hungry.

By and by, after a long, long time, he came to a third little pool with
a high, smooth bank, and who should he see there but Little Joe Otter,
who had made a slippery slide down the smooth bank and was having a
glorious time sliding down into the little pool. Spotty would have liked
to take just one slide, but he didn’t. He didn’t even let Little Joe
Otter see him, but kept right on going.

 “One step, two steps, three steps, so!”

By and by, after a long, long time, he came to a hollow log, and just
happening to peep in, he saw some one curled up fast asleep. Who was it?
Why, Billy Mink, to be sure! You see, Billy thought that he was so far
ahead that he might just as well take it easy, and that was what he was
doing. Spotty the Turtle didn’t waken him. He just kept right on going
the same slow way he had come all day, and so, just as jolly, round,
red Mr. Sun was going to bed behind the Purple Hills, Spotty the Turtle
found the cause of the trouble in the Laughing Brook and the Smiling
Pool.



CHAPTER XV: What Spotty The Turtle Found

Spotty the Turtle stared and stared and stared, until it seemed as if
his eyes surely would pop out of his funny little head. Of course he
could believe his own eyes, and yet--and yet--well, if anybody else had
seen what he was looking at and had told him about it, he wouldn’t have
believed it. No, Sir, he wouldn’t have believed it. You see, he couldn’t
have believed it because--why, because it didn’t seem as if it could be
really and truly so.

He wondered if the sun shining in his eyes made him think he saw more
than he really did see, so he carefully changed his position. It made no
difference. Then Spotty was sure that what he saw was real, and that he
had found the cause of the trouble in the Laughing Brook, which had made
it stop laughing and the Smiling Pool stop smiling.

Spotty the Turtle was feeling pretty good. In fact, Spotty was feeling
very good indeed, because he had been the first to find out what was
the matter with the Laughing Brook. At least, he thought that he was the
first, and he was of all the little people who live in the Smiling Pool.
Only Ol’ Mistah Buzzard had been before him, and he didn’t count because
his wings are broad, and all he had to do was to sail over the Green
Forest and look down. The ones who really counted were Billy Mink and
Little Joe Otter and Jerry Muskrat and Grandfather Frog. Billy Mink had
stopped for a nap. Little Joe Otter had stopped to play. Jerry Muskrat
had stopped to eat. Grandfather Frog had stopped for a sun-nap. But
Spotty the Turtle had kept right on going, and now here he was, the
first one to find the cause of the trouble in the Laughing Brook. Do you
wonder that he felt proud and very happy?

 Keeping at it, that’s the way
 Spotty won the race that day.

But now Spotty was beginning to wish that some of the others would hurry
up. He wanted to know what they thought. He wanted to talk it all over.
It was such a surprising thing that he could make neither head nor tail
of it himself, and he wondered what the others would say. And now the
long black shadows were creeping through the Green Forest, and if they
didn’t get there pretty soon, they would have to wait until the next
day.

So Spotty the Turtle found a good place to spend the night, and then he
sat down to watch and wait. Right before him was the thing which he had
found and which puzzled him so. What was it? Why, it was a wall. Yes,
Sir, that is just what it was--a wall of logs and sticks and mud, and
it was right across the Laughing Brook, where the banks were steep
and narrow. Of course the Laughing Brook could laugh no longer; there
couldn’t enough water get through that wall of logs and sticks and mud
to make even the beginning of a laugh. Spotty wondered what lay behind
that wall, and who had built it, and what for, and a lot of other
things. And he was still wondering when he fell asleep.



CHAPTER XVI: The Pond In The Green Forest

SPOTTY THE TURTLE was awake by the time the first rays of the rising sun
began to creep through the Green Forest. He was far, far up the Laughing
Brook, very much farther than he had ever been before, and as he yawned
and stretched, he wondered if after all he hadn’t dreamed about the wall
of logs and sticks and mud across the Laughing Brook. When he had rubbed
the last sleepy-wink out of his eyes, he looked again. There it was,
just as he had seen it the night before! Then Spotty knew that it was
real, and he began to wonder what was on the other side of it.

“I cannot climb it, for my legs were never made for climbing,” said
Spotty mournfully as he looked at his funny little black feet. “Oh,
dear, I wish that I could climb like Happy Jack Squirrel!” Just then a
thought popped into his head and chased away the little frown that had
crept into Spotty’s face. “Perhaps Happy Jack sometimes wishes that he
could swim as I can, so I guess we are even. I can’t climb, but he can’t
swim. How foolish it is to wish for things never meant for you!”

And with that, all the discontent left Spotty the Turtle, and he
began to study how he could make the most of his short legs and his
perseverance, of which, as you already know, he had a great deal. He
looked this way, and he looked that way, and he saw that if he could
climb to the top of the bank on one side of the Laughing Brook, he would
be able to walk right out on the strange wall of logs and sticks and
mud, and then, of course, he could see just what was on the other side.

So Spotty the Turtle wasted no more time wishing that he could do
something it was never meant that he should do. Instead, he picked out
what looked like the easiest place to climb the bank and started up. My,
my, my, it was hard work! You see, he had to carry his house along with
him, for he has to carry that wherever he goes, and it would have been
hard enough to have climbed that bank without carrying anything. Every
time he had climbed up three steps he slipped back two steps, but he
kept at it, puffing and blowing, saying over and over to himself:

 “I can if I will, and will if I can!
  I’m sure to get there if I follow this plan.”

Half-way up the bank Spotty lost his balance, and the house he was
carrying just tipped him right over backward, and down he rolled to the
place he had started from.

“I needed to cool off,” said Spotty to himself and slid into a little
pool of water. Then he tried the bank again, and just as before he
slipped back two steps for every three he went up. But he shut his mouth
tight and kept at it, and by and by he was up to the place from which he
had tumbled. There he stopped to get his breath.

 “I can if I will, and will if I can!
  I’m sure to get there if I follow this plan,”

said he and started on again. Twice more he tumbled clear down to the
place he had started from, but each time he laughed at himself and tried
again. And at last he reached the top of the bank.

“I said I could if I would, and I would if I could, and I have!” he
cried.

Then he hurried to see what was behind the strange wall. What do you
think it was? Why, a pond! Yes, Sir, there was a pond right in the
middle of the Green Forest! Trees were coming up right out of the middle
of it, but it was a sure enough pond. Spotty found it harder work to
believe his own eyes now than when he had first seen the strange wall
across the Laughing Brook.

“Why, why, why, what does it mean?” exclaimed Spotty the Turtle.

“That’s what I want to know!” cried Billy Mink, who came hurrying up
just then.



CHAPTER XVII: Who Had Made The Strange Pond?

Who had made the strange pond? That is what Spotty the Turtle wanted to
know. That is what Billy Mink wanted to know. So did Little Joe Otter
and Jerry Muskrat and Grandfather Frog, when they arrived. So did
Ol’ Mistah Buzzard, looking down from the blue, blue sky. It was very
strange, very strange indeed! Never had there been a pond in that part
of the Green Forest before, not even in the days when Sister South Wind
melted the snow so fast that the Laughing Brook ran over its banks and
the Smiling Pool grew twice as large as it ought to be.

Of course some one had made it. Spotty the Turtle had known that as soon
as he had seen the strange pond. All in a flash he had understood what
that wall of logs and brush and mud across the Laughing Brook was for.
It was to stop the water from running down the Laughing Brook. And of
course, if the water couldn’t keep on running and laughing on its way
to the Smiling Pool, it would just stand still and grow and grow into a
pond. Of course! There was nothing else for it to do. Spotty felt very
proud when he had thought that out all by himself.

“This wall we are sitting on has made the pond,” said Spotty the Turtle,
after a long time in which no one had spoken.

“You don’t say so!” said Billy Mink. “How ever, ever, did you guess it?
Are you sure, quite sure that the pond didn’t make the wall?”

Spotty knew that Billy Mink was making fun of him, but he is too
good-natured to lose his temper over a little thing like that. He
tried to think of something smart to say in reply, but Spotty is a slow
thinker as well as a slow walker, and before he could think of anything,
Billy was talking once more.

“This wall is what Farmer Brown’s boy calls a dam,” said Billy Mink, who
is a great traveler. “Dams are usually built to keep water from running
where it isn’t wanted or to make it go where it is wanted. Now, what
I want to know is, who under the sun wants a pond way back here in
the Green Forest, and what is it for? Who do you think built this dam,
Grandfather Frog?”

Grandfather Frog shook his head. His big goggly eyes seemed more goggly
than ever, as he stared at the new pond in the Green Forest.

“I don’t know,” said Grandfather Frog. “I don’t know what to think.”

“Why, it must be Farmer Brown’s boy or Farmer Brown himself,” said Jerry
Muskrat.

“Of course,” said Little Joe Otter, just as if he knew all about it.

Still Grandfather Frog shook his head, as if he didn’t agree. “I don’t
know,” said Grandfather Frog, “I don’t know. It doesn’t look so to me.”

Billy Mink ran along the top of the dam and down the back side. He
looked it all over with those sharp little eyes of his.

“Grandfather Frog is right,” said he, when he came back. “It doesn’t
look like the work of Farmer Brown or Farmer Brown’s boy. But if they
didn’t do it, who did? Who could have done it?”

“I don’t know,” said Grandfather Frog again, in a dreamy sort of voice.

Spotty the Turtle looked at him, and saw that Grandfather Frog’s face
wore the far-away look that it always does when he tells a story of
the days when the world was young. “I don’t know,” he repeated, “but it
looks to me very much like the work of--” Grandfather Frog stopped short
off and turned to Jerry Muskrat. “Jerry Muskrat,” said he, so sharply
that Jerry nearly lost his balance in his surprise, “has your big cousin
come down from the North?”



CHAPTER XVIII: Jerry Muskrat’s Big Cousin

 Fiddle, faddle, feedle, fuddle!
 Was there ever such a muddle?
 Fuddle, feedle, faddle, fiddle!
 Who is there will solve the riddle?

Here was the Laughing Brook laughing no longer. Here was the Smiling
Pool smiling no longer. Here was a brand new pond deep in the Green
Forest. Here was a wall of logs and bushes and mud called a dam, built
by some one whom nobody had seen. And here was Grandfather Frog asking
Jerry Muskrat if his big cousin had come down from the North, when Jerry
didn’t even know that he had a big cousin.

“I--I haven’t any big cousin,” said Jerry, when he had quite recovered
from his surprise at Grandfather Frog’s question.

“Chugarum!” exclaimed Grandfather Frog, and the scornful way in which he
said it made Jerry Muskrat feel very small. “Chugarum! Of course you’ve
got a big cousin in the North. Do you mean to tell me that you don’t
know that, Jerry Muskrat?”

Jerry had to admit that it was true that he didn’t know anything about
that big cousin. If Grandfather Frog said that he had one, it must be
so, for Grandfather Frog is very old and very wise, and he knows a great
deal. Still, it was very hard for Jerry to believe that he had a big
cousin of whom he had never heard.

“Did--did you ever see him, Grandfather Frog?” Jerry asked.

“No!” snapped Grandfather Frog. “I never did, but I know all about him.
He is a great worker, is this big cousin of yours, and he builds dams
like this one we are sitting on.”

“I don’t believe it!” cried Billy Mink. “I don’t believe any cousin of
Jerry Muskrat’s ever built such a dam as this. Why, just look at that
great tree trunk at the bottom! No one but Farmer Brown or Farmer
Brown’s boy could ever have dragged that there. You’re crazy,
Grandfather Frog, just plain crazy.” Billy Mink sometimes is very
disrespectful to Grandfather Frog.

“Chugarum!” replied Grandfather Frog. “I’m pretty old, but I’m not too
old to learn as some folks seem to be,” and he looked very hard at Billy
Mink. “Did I say that that tree trunk was dragged here?”

“No,” replied Billy Mink, “but if it wasn’t dragged here, how did it get
here? You are so smart, Grandfather Frog, tell me that!”

Grandfather Frog blinked his great goggly eyes at Billy Mink as he said,
just as if he was very, very sorry for Billy, “Your eyes are very bright
and very sharp, Billy Mink, and it is a great pity that you have never
learned how to use them. That tree wasn’t dragged here; it was cut so
that it fell right where it lies.” As he spoke, Grandfather Frog pointed
to the stump of the tree, and Billy Mink saw that he was right.

But Billy Mink is like a great many other people; he dearly loves to
have the last word. Now he suddenly began to laugh.

“Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho!” laughed Billy Mink. “Ho, ho, ho! Ha, ha, ha!”

“What is it that is so funny?” snapped Grandfather Frog, for nothing
makes him so angry as to be laughed at.

“Do you mean to say that anybody but Farmer Brown or Farmer Brown’s boy
could have cut down such a big tree as that?” asked Billy. “Why, that
would be as hard as to drag the tree here.”

“Jerry Muskrat’s big cousin from the North could do it, and I believe he
did,” replied Grandfather Frog. “Now that we have found the cause of the
trouble in the Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool, what are we going to
do about it?”



CHAPTER XIX: Jerry Muskrat Has A Busy Day

There was the strange pond in the Green Forest, and there was the dam
of logs and sticks and mud which had made the strange pond, but look
as they would, Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter and Jerry Muskrat and
Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle could see nothing of the one who
had built the dam. It was very queer. The more they thought about it,
the queerer it seemed. They looked this way, and they looked that way.

“There is one thing very sure, and that is that whoever built this dam
had no thought for those who live in the Laughing Brook and the Smiling
Pool,” said Grandfather Frog. “They are selfish, just plain, every-day
selfish; that’s what they are! Now the Laughing Brook cannot laugh,
and the Smiling Pool cannot smile, while this dam stops the water from
running, and so--” Grandfather Frog stopped and looked around at his
four friends.

“And so what?” cried Billy Mink impatiently.

“And so we must spoil this dam. We must make a place for the water to
run through,” said Grandfather Frog very gravely.

“Of course! That’s the very thing!” cried Little Joe Otter and Billy
Mink and Jerry Muskrat and Spotty the Turtle. Then Little Joe Otter
looked at Billy Mink, and Billy Mink looked at Jerry Muskrat, and Jerry
Muskrat looked at Spotty the Turtle, and after that they all looked very
hard at Grandfather Frog, and all together they asked: “How are we going
to do it?”

Grandfather Frog scratched his head thoughtfully and looked a long time
at the dam of logs and sticks and mud. Then his big mouth widened in a
big smile.

“Why, that is very simple,” said he, “Jerry Muskrat will make a big hole
through the dam near the bottom, because he knows how, and the rest of
us will keep watch to see that no harm comes near.”

“The very thing!” cried Little Joe Otter and Billy Mink and Spotty the
Turtle, but Jerry Muskrat thought it wasn’t fair. You see, it gave him
all of the real work to do. However, Jerry thought of his dear Smiling
Pool, and how terrible it would be if it should smile no more, and so
without another word he set to work.

Now Jerry Muskrat is a great worker, and he had made many long tunnels
into the bank around the Smiling Pool, so he had no doubt but that he
could soon make a hole through this dam. But almost right away he found
trouble. Yes, Sir, Jerry had hardly begun before he found real trouble.
You see, that dam was made mostly of sticks instead of mud, and so,
instead of digging his way in as he would have done into the bank of the
Smiling Pool, he had to stop every few minutes to gnaw off sticks that
were in the way.

It was hard work, the hardest kind of hard work. But Jerry Muskrat is
the kind that is the more determined to do the work the harder the work
is to be done. And so, while Grandfather Frog sat on one end of the dam
and pretended to keep watch, but really took a nap in the warm sunshine,
and while Spotty the Turtle sat on the other end of the dam doing the
same thing, and while Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter swam around in the
strange pond and enjoyed themselves, Jerry Muskrat worked and worked and
worked. And just as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun started down behind the
Purple Hills, Jerry broke through into the strange pond, and the water
began to run in the Laughing Brook once more.



CHAPTER XX: Jerry Has A Dreadful Disappointment

 There’s nothing in this world that’s sure,
  No matter how we scheme and plan.
 We simply have to be content
  With doing just the best we can.

Jerry Muskrat had curled himself up for the night, so tired that he
could hardly keep his eyes open long enough to find a comfortable place
to sleep. But he was happy. Yes, indeed, Jerry was happy. He could hear
the Laughing Brook beginning to laugh again. It was just a little low,
gurgling laugh, but Jerry knew that in a little while it would grow
into the full laugh that makes music through the Green Forest and puts
happiness into the hearts of all who hear it.

So Jerry was happy, for was it not because of him that the Laughing
Brook was beginning to laugh? He had worked all the long day to make a
hole through the dam which some one had built across the Laughing Brook
and so stopped its laughter. Now the water was running again, and soon
the new, strange pond behind the dam there in the Green Forest would
be gone, and the Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool would be their own
beautiful selves once more. It was because he had worked so hard all day
that he was going to sleep now. Usually he would rather sleep a part of
the day and be abroad at night.

Very pleasant dreams had Jerry Muskrat that night, dreams of the dear
Smiling Pool, smiling just as it had as long as Jerry could remember,
before this trouble had come. He was still dreaming when Spotty the
Turtle found him and waked him, for it was broad daylight. Jerry yawned
and stretched, and then he lay still for a minute to listen to the
pleasant murmur of the Laughing Brook. But there wasn’t any pleasant
murmur. There wasn’t any sound at all. Jerry began to wonder if he
really was awake after all. He looked at Spotty the Turtle, and he knew
then that he was, for Spotty’s face had such a worried look.

“Get up, Jerry Muskrat, and come look at the hole you made yesterday in
the dam. You couldn’t have done your work very well, for the hole has
filled up so that the water does not run any more,” said Spotty.

“I did do it well!” snapped Jerry crossly. “I did it just as well as
I know how. You lazy folks who just sit and take sun-naps while
you pretend to keep watch had better get busy and do a little work
yourselves, if you don’t like the way I work.”

“I--I beg your pardon, Jerry Muskrat. I didn’t mean to say just that,”
 replied Spotty. “You see, we are all worried. We thought last night that
by this morning the Laughing Brook would be full of water again, and we
could go back to the Smiling Pool as soon as we felt like it, and here
it is as bad as ever.”

“Perhaps the trouble is just that some sticks and grass drifted down in
the water and filled up the hole I made; that must be the trouble,” said
Jerry hopefully, as he hurried towards the dam.

First he carefully examined it from the Laughing Brook side. Then he
dived down under water on the other side. He was gone a long time, and
Billy Mink was just getting ready to dive to see what had become of him
when he came up again.

“What is the trouble?” cried Spotty the Turtle and Grandfather Frog and
Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter together. “Is the hole filled up with
stuff that has drifted in?”

Jerry shook his head, as he slowly climbed out of the water. “No,” said
he. “No, it isn’t filled with drift stuff brought down by the water. It
is filled with sticks and mud that somebody has put there. Somebody has
filled up the hole that I worked so hard to make yesterday, and it will
take me all day to open it up again.”

Then Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle and Billy Mink and Little
Joe Otter and Jerry Muskrat stared at one mother, and for a long time no
one said a word.



CHAPTER XXI: Jerry Muskrat Keeps Watch

 “The way in which to find things out,
  And what goes on all round about,
  Is just to keep my two eyes peeled
  And two ears all the time unsealed.”

So said Jerry Muskrat, as he settled himself comfortably on one end
of the new dam across the Laughing Brook deep in the Green Forest and
watched the dark shadows creep farther and farther out into the strange
pond made by the new dam.

“I’m going to find out who it is that built this dam, and who it is that
filled the hole I made in it! I’m going to find out if I have to move up
here and live all summer!” The way in which Jerry said this and snapped
his teeth together showed that he meant just what he said.

You see Jerry had spent another long, weary day opening the hole in the
dam once more, only to have it closed again while he slept. That had
been enough for Jerry. He hadn’t tried again. Instead he had made up
his mind that he would find out who was playing such a trick on him. He
would just watch until they came, and then if they were not bigger than
he, or there were not too many of them, he would--well, the way Jerry
gritted and clashed those sharp teeth of his sounded as if he meant to
do something pretty bad.

Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter had given up in disgust and started for
the Big River. They are great travelers, anyway, and so didn’t mind so
much because there was no longer water enough in the Laughing Brook and
the Smiling Pool. Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle, who are such
very, very slow travelers, had decided that the Big River was too far
away, and so they would stay and live in the strange pond for a while,
though it wasn’t nearly so nice as their dear Smiling Pool. They bad
gone to sleep now, each in his own secret place where he would be safe
for the night.

So Jerry Muskrat sat alone and watched. The black shadows crept farther
and farther across the pond and grew blacker and blacker. Jerry didn’t
mind this, because, as you know, his eyes are made for seeing in the
dark, and he dearly loves the night. Jerry had sat there a long
time without moving. He was listening and watching. By and by he saw
something that made him draw in his breath and anger leap into his eyes.
It was a little silver line on the water, and it was coming straight
towards the dam where he sat. Jerry knew that it was made by some one
swimming.

“Ha!” said Jerry. “Now we shall see!”

Nearer and nearer came the silver line. Then Jerry made out the head of
the swimmer. Suddenly all the anger left Jerry. He didn’t have room for
anger; a great fear had crowded it out. The head was bigger than that of
any Muskrat Jerry had ever seen. It was bigger than the head of any of
Billy Mink’s relatives. It was the head of a stranger, a stranger so big
that Jerry felt very, very small and hoped with all his might that the
stranger would not see him.

Jerry held his breath as the stranger swam past and then climbed out on
the dam. He looked very much like Jerry himself, only ever and ever so
much bigger. And his tail! Jerry had never seen such a tail. It was very
broad and flat. Suddenly the big stranger turned and looked straight at
Jerry.

“Hello, Jerry Muskrat!” said he. “Don’t you know me?”

Jerry was too frightened to speak.

“I’m your big cousin from the North; I’m Paddy the Beaver, and if
you leave my dam alone, I think we’ll be good friends,” continued the
stranger.

“I--I--I hope so,” said Jerry in a very faint voice, trying to be
polite, but with his teeth chattering with fear.



CHAPTER XXII: Jerry Loses His Fear

 “Oh, tell me, you and you and you,
   If it may hap you’ve ever heard
  Of all that wond’rous is and great
   The greatest is the spoken word?”

It’s true. It’s the truest thing that ever was. If you don’t believe
it, you just go ask Jerry Muskrat. He’ll tell you it’s true, and Jerry
knows. You see, it’s this way: Words are more than just sounds. Oh, my,
yes! They are little messengers, and once they have been sent out, you
can’t call them back. No, Sir, you can’t call them back, and sometimes
that is a very sad thing, because--well, you see these little messengers
always carry something to some one else, and that something may be anger
or hate or fear or an untruth, and it is these things which make most of
the trouble in this world. Or that something may be love or sympathy or
helpfulness or kindness, and it is these things which put an end to most
of the troubles in this world.

Just take the ease of Jerry Muskrat. There he sat on the new dam, which
had made the strange pond in the Green Forest, shaking with fear until
his teeth chattered, as he watched a stranger very, very much bigger
than he climb up on the dam. Jerry was afraid, because he had seen that
the stranger could swim as well as he could, and as Jerry had no secret
burrows there, he knew that he couldn’t get away from the stranger if he
wanted to. Somehow, Jerry knew without being told that the stranger had
built the dam, and you know Jerry had twice made a hole in the dam to
let the water out of the strange pond into the Laughing Brook. Jerry
knew right down in his heart that if he had built that dam, he would be
very, very angry with any one who tried to spoil it, and that is just
what he had tried to do. So he sat with chattering teeth, too frightened
to even try to run.

“I wish I had let some one else keep watch,” said Jerry to himself.

Then the big stranger had spoken. He had said: “Hello, Jerry Muskrat!
Don’t you know me?” and his voice hadn’t sounded the least bit angry.
Then he had told Jerry that he was his big cousin, Paddy the Beaver, and
he hoped that they would be friends.

Now everything was just as it had been before--the strange pond, the
dam, Jerry himself and the big stranger, and the black shadows of the
night--and yet somehow, everything was different, all because a few
pleasant words had been spoken. A great fear had fallen away from
Jerry’s heart, and in its place was a great hope that after all there
wasn’t to be any trouble. So he replied to Paddy the Beaver as politely
as he knew how. Paddy was just as polite, and the first thing Jerry
knew, instead of being enemies, as Jerry had all along made up his mind
would be the case when he found the builder of the dam, here they were
becoming the best of friends, all because Paddy the Beaver had said the
right thing in the right way.

“But you haven’t told me yet what you made those holes in my dam for,
Cousin Jerry,” said Paddy the Beaver finally.

Jerry didn’t know just what to say. He was so pleased with his big new
cousin that he didn’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him that he
didn’t think that dam had any business to be across the Laughing Brook,
and at the same time he wanted Paddy to know how he had spoiled the
Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool. At last he made up his mind to tell
the whole story.



CHAPTER XXIII: Paddy The Beaver Does A Kind Deed

Paddy the Beaver listened to all that his small cousin, Jerry Muskrat,
had to tell him about the trouble which Paddy’s dam had caused in the
Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool.

“You see, we who live in the Smiling Pool love it dearly, and we don’t
want to have to leave it, but if the water cannot run down the Laughing
Brook, there can be no Smiling Pool, and so we will have to move off to
the Big River,” concluded Jerry Muskrat. “That is why I tried to spoil
your dam.”

There was a twinkle in the eyes of Paddy the Beaver as he replied:
“Well, now that you have found out that you can’t do that, because I am
bigger than you and can stop you, what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” said Jerry Muskrat sadly. “I don’t see what we can
do about it. Of course you are big and strong and can do just as you
please, but it doesn’t seem right that we who have lived here so long
should have to move and go away from all that we love so just because
you, a stranger, happen to want to live here. I tell you what!” Jerry’s
eyes sparkled as a brand new thought came to him. “Couldn’t you come
down and live in the Smiling Pool with us? I’m sure there is room
enough!”

Paddy the Beaver shook his head. “No,” said he, and Jerry’s heart sank.
“No, I can’t do that because down there there isn’t any of the kind of
food I eat. Besides, I wouldn’t feel at all safe in the Smiling Pool.
You see, I always live in the woods. No, I couldn’t possibly come down
to live in the Smiling Pool. But I’m truly sorry that I have made you so
much worry, Cousin Jerry, and I’m going to prove it to you. Now you sit
right here until I come back.”

Before Jerry realized what he was going to do, Paddy the Beaver dived
into the pond, and as he disappeared, his broad tail hit the water such
a slap that it made Jerry jump. Then there began a great disturbance
down under water. In a few minutes up bobbed a stick, and then another
and another, and the water grew so muddy that Jerry couldn’t see what
was going on. Paddy was gone a long time. Jerry wondered how he could
stay under water so long without air. All the time Paddy was just
fooling him. He would come up to the surface, stick his nose out,
nothing more, fill his lungs with fresh air, and go down again.

Suddenly Jerry Muskrat heard a sound that made him prick up his funny
little short ears and whirl about so that he could look over the other
side of the dam into the Laughing Brook. What do you think that sound
was? Why, it was the sound of rushing water, the sweetest sound Jerry
had listened to for a long time. There was a great hole in the dam, and
already the brook was beginning to laugh as the water rushed down it.

“How do you like that, Cousin Jerry?” said a voice right in his ear.
Paddy the Beaver had climbed up beside him, and his eyes were twinkling.

“It--it’s splendid!” cried Jerry. “But--but you’ve spoiled your dam!”

“Oh, that’s all right,” replied Paddy. “I didn’t really want it now,
anyway. I don’t usually build dams at this time of year, and I built
this one just for fun because it seemed such a nice place to build one.
You see, I was traveling through here, and it seemed such a nice place,
that I thought I would stay a while. I didn’t know anything about the
Smiling Pool, you know. Now, I guess I’ll have to move on and find a
place where I can make a pond in the fall that will not trouble other
people. You see, I don’t like to be troubled myself, and so I don’t want
to trouble other people. This Green Forest is a very nice place.”

“The very nicest place in all the world excepting the Green Meadows
and the Smiling Pool!” replied Jerry promptly. “Won’t you stay, Cousin
Paddy? I’m sure we would all like to have you.”

“Of course we would,” said a gruff voice right beside them. It was
Grandfather Frog.

Paddy the Beaver looked thoughtful. “Perhaps I will,” said he, “if I can
find some good hiding-places in the Laughing Brook.”



CHAPTER XXIV: A Merry Home-Going

 “The Laughing Brook is merry
  And so am I,” cried Jerry.
  Grandfather Frog said he was too.
  And Spotty was, the others knew.

The trees stood with wet feet where just a little while before had been
the strange pond in the Green Forest, the pond made by the dam of Paddy
the Beaver. In the dam was a great hole made by Paddy himself.

Through the Green Forest rang the laughter of the Laughing Brook, for
once more the water ran deep between its banks. And in the hearts of
Grandfather Frog and Jerry Muskrat and Spotty the Turtle was laughter
also, for now the Smiling Pool would smile once more, and they could go
home in peace and happiness. And there was one more who laughed. Who was
it? Why, Paddy the Beaver to be sure, and his was the best laugh of all,
for it was because he had brought happiness to others.

“You beat me up here to the dam, but you won’t beat me back to the
Smiling Pool,” cried Jerry Muskrat to Spotty the Turtle.

Spotty laughed good-naturedly. “You’d better not stop to eat or play or
sleep on the way then,” said he, “for I shall keep right on going all
the time. I’ve found that is the only way to get anywhere.”

“Let us all go down together” said Grandfather Frog. “We can help each
other over the bad places.”

Jerry Muskrat laughed until he had to hold his sides at the very thought
of Grandfather Frog or Spotty the Turtle being able to help him, but
he is very good-natured, and so he agreed that they should all go down
together. Paddy the Beaver said that he would go, too, so off the four
started, Jerry Muskrat and Paddy the Beaver swimming side by side, and
behind them Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle.

Now Spotty the Turtle is a very slow traveler on land, but in the water
Spotty is not so slow. In fact, it was not long before Grandfather Frog
found that he was the one who could not keep up. You see, while he is
a great diver and can swim fast for a short distance, he is soon tired
out. Pretty soon he was puffing and blowing and dropping farther and
farther behind. By and by, Spotty the Turtle looked back. There was
Grandfather Frog just tumbling head first over a little waterfall.
He came up choking and gasping and kicking his long legs very feebly.
Spotty climbed out on a rock and waited. He helped Grandfather Frog out
beside him, and when Grandfather Frog had once more gotten his breath,
what do you think Spotty did? Why, he took Grandfather Frog right on his
back and started on again.

Now Jerry Muskrat and Paddy the Beaver, being great swimmers, were soon
out of sight. All at once Jerry remembered that they had agreed to go
back together, and down in his heart he felt a little bit mean when he
looked for Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle and could see nothing
of them. So he and Paddy sat down to wait. After what seemed a long
time, they saw something queer bobbing along in the water.

“It’s Grandfather Frog,” cried Paddy the Beaver.

“No, it’s Spotty the Turtle,” said Jerry Muskrat.

“It’s both,” replied Paddy, beginning to laugh.

Just then Spotty tumbled over another waterfall which he hadn’t seen,
and of course Grandfather Frog went with him and lost his hold on
Spotty’s back.

“I have an idea!” cried Paddy.

“What is it?” asked Jerry.

“Why, Grandfather Frog can ride on my flat tail,” replied Paddy, “and
then we’ll go slow enough for Spotty to keep up with us.”

And so it was that just as the first moonbeams kissed the Smiling Pool,
out of the Laughing Brook swam the merriest party that ever was seen.

“Chugarum!” said Grandfather Frog. “It is good to be home, but I think
I would travel often, if I could have the tail of Paddy the Beaver for a
boat.”



CHAPTER XXV: Paddy The Beaver Decides To Stay

 “The fair Green Meadows spreading wide,
  The Smiling Pool and Laughing Brook--
  They fill our hearts with joy and pride;
  We love their every hidden nook.”

So said Jerry Muskrat, as he climbed up on the Big Rock in the middle of
the Smiling Pool, with Paddy the Beaver beside him, and watched the dear
Smiling Pool dimpling and smiling in the moonlight, as he had so often
seen it before the great trouble had come.

“Chugarum!” said Grandfather Frog in his great deep voice from the
bulrushes. “One never knows how great their blessings are until they
have been lost and found again.”

The bulrushes nodded, as if they too were thinking of this. You see
their feet were once more in the cool water. Paddy the Beaver seemed to
understand just how every one felt, and he smiled to himself as he saw
how happy these new friends of his were.

“It surely is a very nice place here, and I don’t wonder that you
couldn’t bear to leave it,” said he. “I’m sorry that I made you all that
trouble and worry, but you see I didn’t know.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” replied Jerry Muskrat, who was now very proud of
his big cousin. “I hope that now you see how nice it is, you will stay
and make your home here.”

Paddy the Beaver looked back at the great black shadow which he knew was
the Green Forest. Way over in the middle of it he heard the hunting-call
of Hooty the Owl. Then he looked out over the Green Meadows, and from
way over on the far side of them sounded the bark of Reddy Fox, and it
was answered by the deep voice of Bowser the Hound up in Farmer Brown’s
dooryard. For some reason that last sound made Paddy the Beaver shiver
a little, just as the voice of Hooty the Owl made the smaller people of
the Green Forest and the Green Meadows shiver when they heard it. Paddy
wasn’t afraid of Hooty or of Reddy Fox, but Bowser’s great voice was new
to him, and somehow the very sound of it made him afraid. You see, the
Green Meadows were so strange and open that he didn’t feel at all at
home, for he dearly loves the deepest part of the Green Forest.

“No,” said Paddy the Beaver, “I can’t possibly live here in the Smiling
Pool. It is a very nice pool, but it wouldn’t do at all for me, Cousin
Jerry. I wouldn’t feel safe here a minute. Besides, there is nothing to
eat here.”

“Oh, yes, there is,” Jerry Muskrat interrupted. “There are lily-roots
and the nicest fresh-water clams and--”

“But there are no trees,” said Paddy the Beaver, “and you know I have to
have trees.”

Jerry stared at Paddy as if he didn’t understand. “Do--do you eat
trees?” he asked finally.

Paddy laughed. “Just the bark,” said he, “and I have to have a great
deal of it.”

Jerry looked as disappointed as he felt. “Of course you can’t stay
then,” said he, “and--and I had thought that we would have such good
times together.”

Paddy’s eyes twinkled. “Perhaps we may yet,” said he. “You see I have
about made up my mind that I will stay a while along the Laughing Brook
in the Green Forest, and you can come to see me there. On our way down I
saw a very nice hole in the bank that I think will make me a good house
for the present, and you can come up there to see me. But if I do stay,
you and Grandfather Frog and Spotty the Turtle must keep my secret. No
one must know that I am there. Will you?”

“Of course we will!” cried Jerry Muskrat and Grandfather Frog and Spotty
the Turtle together.

“Then I’ll stay,” said Paddy the Beaver, diving into the Smiling Pool
with a great splash.

And so one of Jerry Muskrat’s greatest adventures ended in the finding
of his biggest cousin, Paddy the Beaver. Now Jerry has a lot of cousins,
and one of them lives on the Green Meadows not far from the Smiling
Pool. His name is Danny Meadow Mouse, and Danny is forever having
adventures too. He has them every day. In the next book you will be told
about some of these, if you care to read about them.





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