“Who is it never, never hurries? 
     Who is it never, never worries? 
     Who is it does just what he pleases,
     Just like us Merry Little Breezes? 
       Jimmy Skunk!  Jimmy Skunk!”

Now not so far away but that he could hear them very plainly sat Peter Rabbit, just finishing his breakfast in a sweet-clover patch.  He sat up very straight, so as to hear better.  Of course some of the Merry Little Breezes saw him right away.  They left Jimmy to come over and dance in a circle around Peter, for Peter is a great favorite with them.  And as they danced they sang: 

    “Who is it hops and skips and jumps? 
     Who is it sometimes loudly thumps? 
     Who is it dearly loves to play,
     But when there’s danger runs away? 
       Peter Rabbit!  Peter Rabbit!”

Peter grinned good-naturedly.  He is quite used to being laughed at for always running away, and he doesn’t mind it in the least.

“When danger’s near, who runs away will live to run another day,” retorted Peter promptly.  Then he began the maddest kind of a frolic with the Merry Little Breezes until they and he were quite tired out and ready for a good rest.

“I wish,” said Peter, as he stretched himself out in the middle of the patch of sweet clover, “that you would tell me why it is that Jimmy Skunk never hurries.”

“And we wish that you would tell us the same thing,” cried one of the Merry Little Breezes.

“But I can’t,” protested Peter.  “Everybody else seems to hurry, at times anyway, but Jimmy never does.  He says it is a waste of energy, whatever that means.”

“I tell you what—­let’s go over to the Smiling Pool and ask Grandfather Frog about it now.  He’ll be sure to know,” spoke up one of the Merry Little Breezes.

“All right,” replied Peter, hopping to his feet.  “But you’ll have to ask him.  I’ve asked him for so many stories that I don’t dare ask for another right away, for fear that he will say that I am a nuisance.”

So it was agreed that the Merry Little Breezes should ask Grandfather Frog why it is that Jimmy Skunk never hurries, and that Peter should keep out of sight until Grandfather Frog had begun the story, for they were sure that there would be a story.  Away they all hurried to the Smiling Pool.  The Merry Little Breezes raced so hard that they were quite out of breath when they burst through the bulrushes and surrounded Grandfather Frog, as he sat on his big green lily-pad.

“Oh, Grandfather Frog, why is it that Jimmy Skunk never hurries?” they panted.

“Chug-a-rum!” replied Grandfather Frog in his deepest, gruffest voice.  “Chug-a-rum!  Probably because he has learned better.”

“Oh!” said one of the Merry Little Breezes, in a rather faint, disappointed sort of voice.  Just then he spied a fat, foolish, green fly and blew it right over to Grandfather Frog, who snapped it up in a flash.  Right away all the Merry Little Breezes began to hunt for foolish green flies and blow them over to Grandfather Frog, until he didn’t have room for another one inside his white and yellow waistcoat.  Indeed the legs of the last one he tried to swallow stuck out of one corner of his big mouth.