crept into his big goggly eyes and then down to the corners of his
big mouth, which had been stretched in a smile. Little by little the
smile grew smaller and smaller, until there wasn't any smile. No,
Sir, there wasn't any smile. Instead of looking happy, as he said he
felt, Grandfather Frog actually looked unhappy.

The fact is he couldn't forget what Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe
Otter had told him -- that there was something the matter with the
Smiling Pool. He didn't believe it, not a word of it. At least he
tried to make himself think that he didn't believe it. They had said
that the water in the Smiling Pool was growing lower and lower, just
as it did in the middle of summer, in the very hottest weather.
Now Grandfather Frog is very old and very wise, and he had never
heard of such a thing happening in the springtime. So he wouldn't
believe it now. And yet -- and yet Grandfather Frog had an
uncomfortable feeling that something was wrong. Ha! he knew now
what it was! He had been sitting up to his middle in water, and now
he was sitting with only his toes in the water, and he couldn't
remember having changed his position!

"Of course, I moved without thinking what I was doing," muttered
Grandfather Frog, but still the worried look didn't leave his face.
You see he just couldn't make himself believe what he wanted to
believe, try as he would.

"Chugarum! I know what I'll do; I'll watch my toes!" exclaimed
Grandfather Frog.

So Grandfather Frog waded out into the water until it covered his feet,
and then he sat down and began to watch his toes. Mr, Redwing