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.
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