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.
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