"But who will ask Mr. Dog?" asked Jack Rabbit.
No one seemed to be interested enough to ask Mr. Dog, and they never knew for sure whether he told or not, but Mr. Coon always said he did. At any rate, the wood folk were rid of old Mr. Crow, and they were glad of it.
DISCONTENTED DEWDROP
Discontented Dewdrop
One morning a little Dewdrop was resting on the petal of a wild rose that grew beside a river.
The sun shining on it made it glisten like a diamond and a lady who was passing stopped to admire its beauty.
"It is the most beautiful thing in the world," she remarked. "See the colors in that tiny little drop. Isn't it wonderful?"