Just here Grandfather Frog paused and looked very hard at Peter Rabbit.  But Peter pretended not to notice, and after slowly winking one of his big, goggly eyes at Johnny Chuck, Grandfather Frog continued: 

“Anyway, as I said before, the imp of mischief seemed to be in old Mr. Possum’s head that morning, for he began to play tricks on his neighbors as soon as they were out of bed.  He hid Old King Bear’s breakfast, while the latter had his head turned, and then pretended that he had just come along.  He was very polite and offered to help Old King Bear hunt for his lost breakfast.  Then, whenever Old King Bear came near the place where it was hidden, old Mr. Possum would hide it somewhere else.  Old King Bear was hungry, and he worked himself up into a terrible rage, for he was in a hurry for his breakfast.  Old Mr. Possum was very sympathetic and seemed to be doing his very best to find the lost meal.  At last Old King Bear turned his head suddenly and caught sight of old Mr. Possum hiding that breakfast in a new place.  My, my, but his temper did boil over!  It certainly did.  And if he could have laid hands on old Mr. Possum that minute, it surely would have been the end of him.

“But old Mr. Possum was mighty spry, and he went off through the Green Forest laughing fit to kill himself.  Pretty soon he met Mr. Panther.  He was very polite to Mr. Panther.  He told him that he had just come from a call on Old King Bear, and hinted that Old King Bear was then enjoying a feast and that there might be enough for Mr. Panther, if he hurried up there at once.

“Now, Mr. Panther was hungry, for he had found nothing for his breakfast that morning.  So he thanked old Mr. Possum and hurried away to find Old King Bear and share in the good things old Mr. Possum had told about.

“Old Mr. Possum himself hurried on, chuckling as he thought of the way Mr. Panther was likely to be received, with Old King Bear in such a temper.  Pretty soon along came Mr. Lynx.  Old Mr. Possum told him the same story he had told Mr. Panther, and Mr. Lynx went bounding off in a terrible hurry, for fear that he would not be in time to share in that good breakfast.  It was such a good joke that old Mr. Possum tried it on Mr. Wolf and Mr. Fisher and Mr. Fox.  In fact, he hunted up every one he could think of and sent them to call on Old King Bear, and without really telling them so, he made each one think that he would get a share in that breakfast.”

“Now, there wasn’t any more breakfast than Old King Bear wanted himself, and by the time Mr. Panther arrived, there wasn’t so much as a crumb left.  Then, one after another, the others came dropping in, each licking his chops, and all very polite to Old King Bear.  At first he didn’t know what to make of it, but pretty soon Mr. Fox delicately hinted that they had come in response to the invitation sent by Mr. Possum, and that as they were all very hungry, they would like to know when the feast would be ready.  Right away Old King Bear knew that old Mr. Possum had been up to some of his tricks, and he told his visitors that they were the victims of a practical joke.