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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!
Mocker had played on them, and then of course he couldn't stay in the Green Forest. So Unc' Billy scratched his head and thought and thought of how he could get Mr. Mocker out of the trouble he had got him into. Finally he went home and told all his troubles to old Mrs. Possum and asked her advice, as he should have done in the first place. "Serves yo'alls right!
Ah did just what yo'alls would have done, Ah done run!" replied Unc' Billy, looking around the little circle of forest and meadow people, listening with round eyes and open mouths. "Yes, Sah, Ah done run, and Ah didn't turn around until Ah was safe in mah holler tree." "Pooh!" sneered Reddy Fox, who had been listening. "You're a coward. I wouldn't have run!
"Mah friends of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows, Ah wants yo'alls to know mah friend, Mistah Mocking-bird, who has come up from mah ol' home way down in 'Ol' Virginny. He has the most wonderful voice in all the world, and when he wants to, he can make it sound just like the voice of any one of yo'alls. We uns is right sorry fo' the trouble we uns have made.
"Good evening, mah dear," said Unc' Billy, in the mildest kind of a voice. Old Mrs. Possum said nothing, but Unc' Billy felt as if her sharp black eyes were looking right through him. Unc' Billy grinned a sickly kind of grin as he said: "Ah hopes yo'alls are feeling good tonight." "Where's that dinner Ah sent yo' fo'?" demanded old Mrs. Possum sharply. Unc' Billy fidgeted uneasily.
It was all a joke, and now we asks yo' pardon. Mah friend Mistah Mockah would like to stay here and live, if yo'alls is willing," said Unc' Billy. At first, when the little meadow and forest people were asked to pardon the tricks that Mr. Mocker and Unc' Billy Possum had played, a few were inclined not to. While they were talking the matter over, Mr.
They saw Unc' Billy coming, and when he reached the bank of the Smiling Pool there sat the three little scamps on the Big Rock, but all he could see was their backs. "Hello, yo'alls!" shouted Unc' Billy. Splash! All three had dived into the Smiling Pool, and though Unc' Billy waited and waited, he didn't see one of them again.
It cert'nly does serve yo'alls right!" grunted Mrs. Possum, who was so busy looking after her eight lively babies that she had little time for fooling. "Ah know it. It cert'nly does," replied Unc' Billy meekly. "Mischief always trots ahead of grim ol' Mistah Trouble, They look and act enough alike to be each other's double.
In two minutes Unc' Billy was down on the ground, rolling and tumbling in the maddest kind of a frolic with his eight children. Right in the midst of it Unc' Billy sprang to his feet. His eyes were shining, and his funny little ears were pricked up. "Hush, yo'alls!" he commanded. "How do yo'alls think Ah can hear anything with yo'alls making such a racket?"
Finally Unc' Billy climbed up on a stump. He was dressed in his finest suit, and he wore his broadest grin. Everybody crowded around to hear what Unc' Billy was about to say. "Mah friends and neighbors," said Unc' Billy, "Ah have a great surprise fo' yo'alls." Then he stepped down, and everybody began to wonder and to guess what the surprise could be.
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