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His big goggly eyes seemed more goggly than ever, as he stared at the new pond in the Green Forest. "I don't know," said Grandfather Frog. "I don't know what to think." "Why, it must be Farmer Brown's boy or Farmer Brown himself," said Jerry Muskrat. "Of course," said Little Joe Otter, just as if he knew all about it. Still Grandfather Frog shook his head, as if he didn't agree.
"What!" cried Peter, and looked as if he couldn't believe his own ears. Grandfather Frog grinned and his goggly eyes twinkled. "Yes," said he, "Rattles lives in a hole in the ground." "But but but what kind of a hole?" stammered Peter. "Just plain hole," retorted Grandfather Frog, grinning more broadly than ever. Then seeing how perplexed and puzzled Peter looked, he went on to explain.
Then he once more settled himself comfortably on the big green lily pad, folded his hands across his white and yellow waistcoat, and seemed to be dreaming again, only his big goggly eyes were not dreaming. No, indeed! They were very much awake, and they saw all that was going on in the Smiling Pool. Great-Grandfather Frog was just pretending.
It tickled him to see how hard impatient Peter was trying to be patient, and his big, goggly eyes twinkled. "Chug-a-rum!" said he at last, with a suddenness that made Peter jump. "That's very good, Peter, very good indeed! Now I'll tell you the story."
"They have goggly black eyes; I've read it." "But he said he'd never seen such eyes on any sea beast he knew of, and he's read as much as you have; that's sure." "That treasure! Oh, my eye!" Jerry sighed. "Do you suppose he brought home hunks of it?" "Just the same hunks that we dig up on Wecanicut, I suppose," I said. "You mean you think he's making up the whole yarn?" Jerry asked.
"Of course we'll waken Grandfather Frog in time for him to get away with nothing more than a great scare," said Little Joe Otter, as they hurried along. "It will be such fun to see his big goggly eyes pop out when he opens them and sees Longlegs just ready to gobble him up! And won't Longlegs be hopping mad when we cheat him out of the breakfast he is so sure he is going to have!"
He stole our fish, if you like that any better. That makes him just as much a thief, doesn't it?" growled Little Joe. Grandfather Frog looked up at jolly, round, bright Mr. Sun and slowly winked one of his great, goggly eyes. "There comes a foolish green fly," said he. "Who does he belong to?" "Nobody!" snapped Little Joe. "What have foolish green flies got to do with my I mean our fish?"
But Peter pretended not to notice, and after slowly winking one of his big, goggly eyes at Johnny Chuck, Grandfather Frog continued: "Anyway, as I said before, the imp of mischief seemed to be in old Mr. Possum's head that morning, for he began to play tricks on his neighbors as soon as they were out of bed.
No sooner did Peter pop his head above the edge of the bank of the Smiling Pool than Grandfather Frog exclaimed: "Chug-a-rum! You've kept me waiting a long time, Peter Rabbit. I don't like to be kept waiting. If you wanted to know about Spotty the Turtle, why didn't you come earlier?" All the time there was a twinkle in the big, goggly eyes of Grandfather Frog.
When he reached the Smiling Pool there sat Great-Grandfather Frog on his big green lily pad as usual. There was a hungry look in his big goggly eyes, for it was so early that no foolish, green flies had come his way yet. But Peter Rabbit was too full of curiosity in Mr. Toad's affairs to notice this. "Good morning, Grandfather Frog," said Peter Rabbit.
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