would pop right out of his head. Yes, Sir, it seemed as if those
great goggly eyes certainly would pop right out of Grandfather
Frog's head. The Smiling Pool had grown so small that there wasn't
enough of it left to smile!

"Where are you going, Grandfather Frog?" asked a voice over his head.

Grandfather Frog looked up. Looking down on him from over the edge
of the Big Rock was Jerry Muskrat. The edge of the Big Rock was twice
as high above the water as Grandfather Frog had ever seen it before.

"I -- I -- was going to swim over to your house to see you," replied
Grandfather Frog.

"It's of no use," replied Jerry, "because I'm not there. Besides,
you couldn't swim there, anyway."

"Why not?" demanded Grandfather Frog in great surprise.

"Because it isn't in the water any longer; it's way up on dry land,"
said Jerry Muskrat in the most mournful voice.

"What's that you say?" cried Grandfather Frog, as if he couldn't
believe his own ears.

"It's just as true as that I'm sitting here," replied Jerry sadly.

"Listen, Jerry Muskrat, and tell me truly; is the Laughing Brook
laughing?" cried Grandfather Frog sharply.