Now Ol' Mistah Buzzard hadn't been over near the Smiling Pool for
some time, and he hadn't heard how the Smiling Pool had stopped
smiling, and the Laughing Brook had stopped laughing. When he looked
down and saw how the water was so nearly gone from them that the
trout and the minnows had hardly enough in which to live, he was so
surprised that he kept saying over and over to himself:
"Fo' the lan's sake! Fo' the lan's sake!"
Then, when he saw his five little friends marching up the Laughing
Brook, he guessed right away that it must be something to do with
the trouble in the Smiling Pool. Ol' Mistah Buzzard just turned his
broad wings and slid down, down out of the blue, blue sky until he
was right over Grandfather Frog.
"Where are yo'alls going?" asked Ol' Mistah Buzzard.
"Chugarum! To find out what is the trouble with the Laughing Brook,"
replied Grandfather Frog.
"I'll help you," said Ol' Mistah Buzzard, once more sailing up in
the blue, blue sky.
Grandfather Frog watched him until he was nothing but a speck.
Pages:
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47