“‘Now,’ said she, ’I don’t believe you’ll have any more trouble, and I’m going to do the same thing for all the other Frogs.’

“She did that very day, and from then on the Frogs no longer had any trouble in getting plenty to eat.  So that is where I got my big mouth, and I tell you right now I wouldn’t trade it for anything anybody else has got,” concluded Grandfather Frog, as he snapped up a foolish green fly who came too near.

“I think it is splendid, perfectly splendid,” cried Peter.  “I wish I had one just like it.”  And then he wondered why Grandfather Frog laughed so hard.

II

WHERE MISER THE TRADE RAT FIRST SET UP SHOP

It was quite by accident that Peter Rabbit first heard of Miser the Trade Rat.  You know how it is with Peter; he is forever using those big ears of his to learn interesting things.  That is what ears are for; but there is a right way and a wrong way to use them, and I am afraid that Peter isn’t always over-particular in this respect.  I suspect, in fact I know, that Peter sometimes listens when he has no business to listen and knows he has no business to listen.  Again he sometimes overhears things quite by accident when he cannot very well help hearing.  It was in this way that he first heard of Miser the Trade Rat.

Peter had crept into a hollow log in the Green Forest to rest and to feel absolutely safe while he was doing it.  He had been there only a little while when he heard light footsteps outside and a moment later a voice which made him shiver a little in spite of himself and the knowledge that he was perfectly safe.  The footsteps and the voice were Old Man Coyote’s.

Very carefully Peter peeped out.  Old Man Coyote had sat down close by the log in which Peter was hiding.  On a dead tree close at hand sat Ol’ Mistah Buzzard, who had come up from way down south for the summer, and it was to him that Old Man Coyote was talking.

“I was over by Farmer Brown’s barn last night,” said Old Man Coyote, “and I caught a glimpse of Robber the Brown Eat.  What a disgrace he is to the whole Rat tribe!  For that matter, he is a disgrace to all who live on the Green Meadows and in the Green Forest.  He isn’t much like his cousin, Miser the Trade Rat.”

“Mah goodness!  Do yo’ know Miser?” exclaimed Ol’ Mistah Buzzard.

“Do I know Miser?  I should say I do!” replied Old Man Coyote.  “I’ve tried to catch him enough times to know him.  He kept a junk shop very near where I used to live way out west.  Do you know him, Mr. Buzzard?”

“Ah cert’nly does,” chuckled Ol’ Mistah Buzzard.  “Ah cert’nly does.  Ah never did see such a busy fellow as he is.  Ah done see his junk shop many times, and always it done be growin’ bigger.  Ah wonders, Brer Coyote, if yo’ ever heard the story of his Great-great-ever-so-great-gran’-daddy, the first of the family, and how and where he started the business that’s been kept in the family ever since.”