Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk

<h2><SPAN name="GRANDDADDY_BULLFROG" id="GRANDDADDY_BULLFROG"></SPAN>GRANDDADDY BULLFROG</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now round and round the Mill Wheel turns,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But all the Winter through<br/></span> <span class="i0">'Twas tightly bound with icy chains<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till Mistress South Wind blew.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then off it started one bright morn<br/></span> <span class="i0">To grind the farmer's yellow corn.<br/></span></div> </div> <p>Granddaddy Bullfrog seated himself again on the old log to catch a fly for breakfast. All through the cold weather he had slept in the soft mud at the bottom of the Old Duck Pond, but now, that Mr. Merry Sun was shining down so warm and bright from the big blue sky, the old gentleman frog had kicked out his long legs and swam up to sit once more in his accustomed place.</p> <p>But, goodness me! How thin he was. Why, his white waistcoat was all wrinkled and his pantaloons bagged dreadfully. Yes, sir. They were much too big for his long thin legs, and Granddaddy Bullfrog at once set to work to catch a million flies so as to grow nice and fat and jolly by the good old Summer time.</p> <p>Teddy Turtle, too, had come up from the soft mud. He knew it was time to be about, for Gentle Spring has a way of telling all the little people of the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow just when it's time to wake up and get out in the warm sunshine.</p> <p>And while Granddaddy Bullfrog quietly caught a dozen flies and Teddy Turtle crawled up on the bank, the little rabbit shouted:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Helloa, helloa! There isn't much snow<br/></span> <span class="i0">Anywhere to be seen, and the meadow is green.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Say, Granddaddy Frog, out there on your log,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Are you glad it is Spring, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling!"<br/></span></div> </div> <p>"There, you've gone and made me lose a fly," said the old gentleman frog. "But, never mind! I'm glad to see you, little rabbit," and Granddaddy Bullfrog went "Ker-dunk, ker-chunk," and wiped his spectacles with a pink silk handkerchief.</p> <p>Just then from a little pool close to the Old Duck Pond came the sound of voices. "What's that?" thought the little rabbit, and he hopped over the marshy ground to look into the little pool. And what do you think he saw? Why, a lot of dark spots on the water, each one singing a tune. And, Oh dear me! The little bunny was so surprised that he leaned way over the water, when, all of a sudden, the little dark spots disappeared and all he could see were funny little forms swimming away under the water.</p> <p>"Ha, ha!" laughed Granddaddy Bullfrog. "They are little singing toads. Mr. Tree Toad's grandchildren!"</p> <p>The little rabbit was so surprised that he said nothing. Neither did Granddaddy Bullfrog until the next story.</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />