look like the work of Farmer Brown or Farmer Brown's boy. But if
they didn't do it, who did? Who could have done it?"

"I don't know," said Grandfather Frog again, in a dreamy sort of voice.

Spotty the Turtle looked at him, and saw that Grandfather Frog's
face wore the far-away look that it always does when he tells a
story of the days when the world was young. "I don't know," he
repeated, "but it looks to me very much like the work of --"
Grandfather Frog stopped short off and turned to Jerry Muskrat.
"Jerry Muskrat," said he, so sharply that Jerry nearly lost his balance
in his surprise, "has your big cousin come down from the North?"



CHAPTER XVIII: Jerry Muskrat's Big Cousin

Fiddle, faddle, feedle, fuddle!
Was there ever such a muddle?
Fuddle, feedle, faddle, fiddle!
Who is there will solve the riddle?

Here was the Laughing Brook laughing no longer. Here was the Smiling
Pool smiling no longer. Here was a brand new pond deep in the Green
Forest. Here was a wall of logs and bushes and mud called a dam,
built by some one whom nobody had seen. And here was Grandfather
Frog asking Jerry Muskrat if his big cousin had come down from the
North, when Jerry didn't even know that he had a big cousin.

"I -- I haven't any big cousin," said Jerry, when he had quite