was right over Grandfather Frog.

"Where are yo'alls going?" asked Ol' Mistah Buzzard.

"Chugarum! To find out what is the trouble with the Laughing Brook,"
replied Grandfather Frog.

"I'll help you," said Ol' Mistah Buzzard, once more sailing up in
the blue, blue sky.

Grandfather Frog watched him until he was nothing but a speck. "I
wish I had wings," sighed Grandfather Frog, and once more began to
hop along up the bed of the Laughing Brook.

The Laughing Brook came down from the Green Forest and wound through
the Green Meadows for a little way before it reached the Smiling Pool.
There the sun shone down into it, and Grandfather Frog didn't mind,
although his legs were getting tired. But when they got into the
Green Forest it was dark and gloomy. At least Grandfather Frog
thought so, and so did Spotty the Turtle, for both dearly love the
sunshine. But still they kept on, for they felt that they must find
the trouble with the Laughing Brook. If they found this, they would
also find the trouble with the Smiling Pool.

So Billy Mink jumped and skipped far ahead; Little Joe Otter ran;
Jerry Muskrat walked, for he soon gets tired on land; Grandfather
Frog hopped; Spotty the Turtle crawled, and way, way up in the blue,
blue sky, OF Mistah Buzzard flew, all looking for the trouble which
had stopped the laughing of the Laughing Brook and the smiling of
the Smiling Pool.