“He will make a splendid breakfast,” thought Longlegs, as very, very carefully he walked along the edge of the Smiling Pool so as to get right opposite Grandfather Frog.  There he stopped and looked very hard at Grandfather Frog.  Yes, he certainly must be asleep, for his eyes were closed.  Longlegs chuckled to himself right down inside without making a sound, and got ready to wade out so as to get within reach.

Now all the time Grandfather Frog was doing some quiet chuckling himself.  You see, he wasn’t asleep at all.  He was just pretending to be asleep, and all the time he was watching Longlegs out of a corner of one of his big goggly eyes.  Very, very slowly and carefully, so as not to make the teeniest, weeniest sound, Longlegs lifted one foot to wade out into the Smiling Pool.  Grandfather Frog pretended to yawn and opened his big goggly eyes.  Longlegs stood on one foot without moving so much as a feather.  Grandfather Frog yawned again, nodded as if he were too sleepy to keep awake, and half closed his eyes.  Longlegs waited and waited.  Then, little by little, so slowly that if you had been there you would hardly have seen him move, he drew his long neck down until his head rested on his shoulders.

“I guess I must wait until he falls sound asleep again,” said Longlegs to himself.

But Grandfather Frog didn’t go to sleep.  He would nod and nod and then, just when Longlegs would make up his mind that this time he really was asleep, open would pop Grandfather Frog’s eyes.  So all the long morning Longlegs stood on one foot without moving, watching and waiting and growing hungrier and hungrier, and all the long morning Grandfather Frog sat on his big green lily-pad, pretending that he was oh, so sleepy, and all the time having such a comfortable sun-bath and rest, for very early he had had a good breakfast of foolish green flies.

Over in the bulrushes on the other side of the Smiling Pool two little scamps in brown bathing suits waited and watched for the great fright they had planned for Grandfather Frog, when they had sent Longlegs to try to catch him.  They were Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter.  At first they laughed to themselves and nudged each other at the thought of the trick they had played.  Then, as nothing happened, they began to grow tired and uneasy.  You see they do not possess patience.  Finally they gave up in disgust and stole away to find some more exciting sport.  Grandfather Frog saw them go and chuckled harder than ever to himself.

V

GRANDFATHER FROG JUMPS JUST IN TIME

Back and forth over the Green Meadows sailed Whitetail the Marsh Hawk.  Like Longlegs the Blue Heron, he was hungry.  His sharp eyes peered down among the grasses, looking for something to eat, but some good fairy seemed to have warned the very little people who live there that Whitetail was out hunting.  Perhaps it was one of Old Mother West Wind’s children, the Merry Little Breezes.  You know they are always flitting about trying to do some one a good turn.