"
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.
Pages:
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34