"That's just what I am afraid of!" croaked Grandfather Frog. "He is sure to see me if he comes for a drink, for there is no place for me to hide."
"Perhaps he won't come," said one of the Little Breezes hopefully.
"If he does come, you can hide under the piece of shingle, and then he won't know you are here at all," said another.
Grandfather Frog brightened up. "That's so!" said he. "That's a good idea, and I'll try it."
Then one of the Merry Little Breezes promised to keep watch for Farmer Brown's boy, and all the others started off on another hunt for some one to help Grandfather Frog out of this new trouble.
Grandfather Frog's Troubles Grow
Head first in; no way out;
It's best to know what you're about!
Grandfather Frog had had plenty of time to realize how very true this is. As he sat on the old shingle which the Merry Little Breezes had blown into the spring where he was a prisoner, he thought a great deal about that little word "if." If he hadn't left the Smiling Pool, if he hadn't been stubborn and set in his ways, if he hadn't been in such a hurry, if he had looked to see where he was leaping—well, any one of these ifs would have kept him out of his present trouble.