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in the face and not know that he has a big mouth. In fact, about all you see when you look Grandfather Frog f

ost water he had ever seen before was a little puddle in the Lone Little Path. So when Peter, who was only half grown then, hopped out on the bank of the Smiling Pool and saw it dimpling and smiling in the sunshine, he thought it the most wonderful thing he ever had seen. The truth is that

prove to be a sort of magic place-a place of giants. Then he noticed the lily-pads, and he stared very hard at these. They looked like growing things, and yet they seemed to be floating right on top of the water. It wasn't until a Merry Little Breeze ca

Don't you know it isn't p

curiosity wouldn't let him. He simply couldn't run away until he had found out where that voice came from and to whom it belong

at anybody." All the time he was staring down into the

you mean to be impudent enough to tell me to my face that I am not anybody?" The voi

, I don't see you at all, so how can I be staring at you? I'm sure from the sound of your voice that you mus

limbed Grandfather Frog. If Peter had stared before he doubly stared now, eyes and mouth wide open. Grandfather Frog was l

laimed, and then looked very mu

eter was very young and innocent and just starting out in the

a bit smaller if I could. If it were any smaller, I should miss many a good meal, and if I were forced to do that, I am afraid I should

ather Frog's whole head simply split in halves. He hadn't su

Peter, and then felt that he ha

his father, and so on, way back to the days when the world was young an

rtably on the bank of the Smiling Pool for the first of

ere happy days for the Frogs. Yes, indeed, those were happy days for the Frogs. Of course they had enemies, but those enemies were all in the water. They didn't have to be watching out for danger from the air and from the land, as I do now. There was plenty to eat and l

the little fish, and it wasn't long before the Frogs and the little fish took to living where the water was not deep enough for the big fish to swim, and this made it all the harder

e swimming about him, and it popped into his head that if little fish were good for big fish to eat, they might be good for a Frog to eat. So he caught the first one that came within reach,

and caught him. He caught the fish by the tail and at once began to swallow it, which, of course, was no way to swallow a fish. But Great-grandfather Frog had much to learn in those day, and so he tried to swallow that fish tail first instead of head first. He got the tail down and the smallest part of the body, and

out the fish. Then she asked how that fish had happened to be in such a place as Great-grandfather Frog's mouth. When he could get his breath, he told her all about it-how food had been getting scarce and how he had discovered that fish were good to eat, and how he had make a mistake in catching a fish too big for h

have any more trouble, and I'm going to

. So that is where I got my big mouth, and I tell you right now I wouldn't trade it for anything anyb

d Peter. "I wish I had one just like it." And then