"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.

"Chug-a-rum!" said Grandfather Frog, trying very hard to get those
legs out of sight. "Chug-a-rum! I always like to do something for
those who do something for me, and I suppose now that I ought to tell
you why it is that Jimmy Skunk never hurries. I would, if Peter Rabbit
were here. If I tell you the story, Peter will be sure to hear of it,
and then he will give me no peace until I tell it to him, and I don't
like to tell stories twice."

"But he is here!" cried one of the Little Breezes. "He's right over
behind that little clump of tall grass."

"Humph! I thought he wasn't very far away," grunted Grandfather Frog,
with a twinkle in his great, goggly eyes.

Peter crept out of his hiding-place, looking rather shamefaced and
very foolish. Then the Merry Little Breezes settled themselves on the
lily-pads in a big circle around Grandfather Frog, and Peter sat down
as close to the edge of the bank of the Smiling Pool as he dared to
get. After what seemed to them a very long time, Grandfather Frog