Grandfather Frog Gives Up Hope
With his legs tied together, hanging head down from the end of a string, Grandfather Frog was being carried he knew not where by Farmer Brown's boy. It was dreadful. Half-way across the Green Meadows the Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind came dancing along. At first they didn't see Grandfather Frog, but presently one of them, rushing up to tease Farmer Brown's boy by blowing off his hat, caught sight of Grandfather Frog.
Now the Merry Little Breezes are great friends of Grandfather Frog. Many, many times they have blown foolish green flies over to him as he sat on his big green lily-pad, and they are very fond of him. So when this one caught sight of him in such a dreadful position, he forgot all about teasing Farmer Brown's boy. He raced away to tell the other Merry Little Breezes. For a minute they were perfectly still. They forgot all about being merry.
"It's awful, just perfectly awful!" cried one.
"We must do something to help Grandfather Frog!" cried another.
"Of course we must," said a third.
"But what can we do?" asked a fourth.
Nobody replied. They just thought and thought and thought. Finally the first one spoke. "We might try to comfort him a little," said he.
"Of course we will do that!" they shouted all together.