"Why, why, why, what does it mean?" exclaimed Spotty the Turtle.
"That's what I want to know!" cried Billy Mink, who came hurrying up
just then.
CHAPTER XVII: Who Had Made The Strange Pond?
Who had made the strange pond? That is what Spotty the Turtle wanted
to know. That is what Billy Mink wanted to know. So did Little
Joe Otter and Jerry Muskrat and Grandfather Frog, when they arrived.
So did Ol' Mistah Buzzard, looking down from the blue, blue sky. It
was very strange, very strange indeed! Never had there been a pond
in that part of the Green Forest before, not even in the days when
Sister South Wind melted the snow so fast that the Laughing Brook ran
over its banks and the Smiling Pool grew twice as large as it ought
to be.
Of course some one had made it. Spotty the Turtle had known that as
soon as he had seen the strange pond. All in a flash he had
understood what that wall of logs and brush and mud across the
Laughing Brook was for. It was to stop the water from running down
the Laughing Brook.
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