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.
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