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.
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