"I'll go home to mother," he said when he reached the roadway. "I am getting homesick. I think the old pond is the best place for me."
"Home, sweet home, in the dear old pond,
That is the place for me.
I'll never go even a foot beyond,
I'll sit there and croak, and never will smoke,
In my pond by the grassy lea!"
"That's right," said Puss, as he hurried along with Rowley, who, now that he had made up his mind, could not get home fast enough.
"A wise frog stays in his bog,
And sits and croaks upon his log."
A SAD ENDING
"I'M very sorry for poor little Mrs. Mousey," said Puss, as he and Mr. Rowley Frog hastened toward the pond.
"So am I," answered Rowley. "She was very generous with all her good things to eat."
"And the poor rat," continued Puss. "It was a sad ending to our little feast. I guess he's been eaten up by this time. That naughty old cat looked very hungry."