author - "Arthur Scott Bailey"
over and over toward the water.
He had a very narrow escape. If he hadn't happened to bring up against an old stump he would certainly have tumbled into the stream.
Though Solomon couldn't see, he knew that he was in danger. So he lay on his back on the ground and carefully tore his new coat into strings and ribbons.
At last he was free. And he rose to his feet feeling very sheepish, for he knew that Mr. Frog had played a sly trick on him.
"Nevermind!" said Solomon Owl, as he flew way. "I'll come back to-morrow and ask Mr. Frog to make me a waistcoat and trousers. And then----" He did not finish what he was saying. But there is no doubt that whatever it was, it could not have been very pleasant for Mr. Frog.
Just as he had planned, Solomon Owl returned to the brook the next day. And he was both surprised and disappointed at what he found.
The door of Mr. Frog's tailor's shop was shut and locked. And on it there was a sign, which said:
TO LET
"He's moved
I am quite delighted."
So Jolly Robin laughed happily. And old Mr. Crow remarked that it was a fair laugh, though not so loud as he would have liked.
"I'll do better next time," Jolly assured him.
"Good!" said Mr. Crow. "And now, since I've finished my breakfast, we'll go over to the woods and see what's going on there this morning."
The first person they saw in the woods was Peter Mink. He was fishing for trout in Broad Brook. And old Mr. Crow, as soon as he spied him, sang out:
"How many of Farmer Green's fish have you eaten this morning?"
Peter Mink was just crawling out of the water, with a fish in his mouth. When he heard Mr. Crow calling to him, he dropped his trout upon a rock and looked up quickly.
"How much of Farmer Green's corn have you stolen for your breakfast?" he cried.
At that Jolly Robin began to laugh. But Mr. Crow stopped him quickly.
"Don't laugh!" the old gentleman squawked. "There's nothing to laugh at, so far as I
over and over toward the water.
He had a very narrow escape. If he hadn't happened to bring up against an old stump he would certainly have tumbled into the stream.
Though Solomon couldn't see, he knew that he was in danger. So he lay on his back on the ground and carefully tore his new coat into strings and ribbons.
At last he was free. And he rose to his feet feeling very sheepish, for he knew that Mr. Frog had played a sly trick on him.
"Nevermind!" said Solomon Owl, as he flew way. "I'll come back to-morrow and ask Mr. Frog to make me a waistcoat and trousers. And then----" He did not finish what he was saying. But there is no doubt that whatever it was, it could not have been very pleasant for Mr. Frog.
Just as he had planned, Solomon Owl returned to the brook the next day. And he was both surprised and disappointed at what he found.
The door of Mr. Frog's tailor's shop was shut and locked. And on it there was a sign, which said:
TO LET
"He's moved
I am quite delighted."
So Jolly Robin laughed happily. And old Mr. Crow remarked that it was a fair laugh, though not so loud as he would have liked.
"I'll do better next time," Jolly assured him.
"Good!" said Mr. Crow. "And now, since I've finished my breakfast, we'll go over to the woods and see what's going on there this morning."
The first person they saw in the woods was Peter Mink. He was fishing for trout in Broad Brook. And old Mr. Crow, as soon as he spied him, sang out:
"How many of Farmer Green's fish have you eaten this morning?"
Peter Mink was just crawling out of the water, with a fish in his mouth. When he heard Mr. Crow calling to him, he dropped his trout upon a rock and looked up quickly.
"How much of Farmer Green's corn have you stolen for your breakfast?" he cried.
At that Jolly Robin began to laugh. But Mr. Crow stopped him quickly.
"Don't laugh!" the old gentleman squawked. "There's nothing to laugh at, so far as I