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Just then Reddy Fox began to boast, for Reddy Fox is a great boaster. "Pooh!" said Reddy Fox, "pooh! Anybody could jump if their legs were made for jumping. And what's the good of climbing trees anyway? Now I can run faster than anybody here faster than anybody in the whole world!" said Reddy Fox, puffing himself out. "Chug-a-rum," said Grandfather Frog. "You can't beat Spotty the Turtle."
Peter's face showed just how disappointed he felt. He was just going to turn away when a great, deep voice said: "Chug-a-rum! Where are your manners, Peter Rabbit, that you forget to speak to your elders?" Peter stared eagerly into the Smiling Pool, and presently he saw two great, goggly eyes and the top of a green head, way out almost in the middle of the Smiling Pool.
"He gets it from his great-great-ever-so-great-grandfather, who lived when the world was young. He learned it then." "How?" demanded Peter, eager for a story. Grandfather Frog's eyes took on a far-away look, as if he were seeing into that long-ago past. "Chug-a-rum!" he began. "It always seemed to old Mr.
"He never stays in one place long enough for me to ask him anything," said he. "I'm ever so much obliged for the story, Grandfather Frog. It pays to make the best of what we have, doesn't it?" "It certainly does. Chug-a-rum! It certainly does!" replied Grandfather Frog. Spotty the Turtle sat on an old log on the bank of the Smiling Pool, taking a sun-bath.
When they reached the Smiling Pool, they found Grandfather Frog looking very comfortable and old and wise. "Good evening, Grandfather Frog. I hope you are feeling just as fine as you look," said Jimmy Skunk, who never forgets to be polite. "Chug-a-rum! I'm feeling very well, thank you," replied Grandfather Frog. "What brings you to the Smiling Pool this fine evening?"
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.
Toad sitting in the Lone Little Path. "Why not?" asked Happy Jack. "Ask Grandfather Frog; he knows," replied Old Mr. Toad, and started on about his business. And this is how it happens that Grandfather Frog told this story to the little meadow and forest people gathered around him on the bank of the Smiling Pool. "Chug-a-rum!" said Grandfather Frog. "Old Mr.
"Chug-a-rum!" he began, as he always does. "The great-great-ever-so-great grandfather of Old Man Coyote, who lived long, long ago when the world was young, was very much as Old Man Coyote is to-day. He was just as smart and just as clever. Indeed, he was smart enough and clever enough not to let his neighbors know that he was smart and clever at all.
Grandfather Frog opened his big mouth and snapped up a foolish green fly that one of the Merry Little Breezes blew over to him. "Chug-a-rum," said Grandfather Frog. "Things do not have to be on plants in order to grow. Now I am sure that those things grew, and that they did not grow on a plant." The Merry Little Breezes looked puzzled.
There must be a reason, I suppose, but for the life of me I cannot understand it. I should think that she would give such a thief as Sammy Jay the very homeliest suit she could find. You may depend I would, if I were in her place." Grandfather Frog chuckled until he shook all over. "It's lucky for some of us that you are not in her place!" said he. "Chug-a-rum! It certainly is lucky!"
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