a thousand things may happen to,

ten thousand things befall,

the traveler who careless is,

or thinks he knows it all.

grandfather frog, jumping along behind danny meadow mouse up the lone little path, was beginning to think that danny was the most timid and easiest frightened of all the little meadow people of his acquaintance. danny kept as much under the grass that overhung the lone little path as he could. when there were perfectly bare places, danny looked this way and looked that way anxiously and then scampered across as fast as he could make his little legs go. when he was safely across, he would wait for grandfather frog. if a shadow passed over the grass, danny would duck under the nearest leaf and hold his breath.

"foolish!" muttered grandfather frog. "foolish, foolish to be so afraid! now, i'm not afraid until i see something to be afraid of. time enough then. what's the good of looking for trouble all the time? now, here i am out in the great world, and i'm not afraid. and here's danny meadow mouse, who has lived here all his life, acting as if he expected something dreadful to happen any minute. pooh! how very, very foolish!"

now grandfather frog is old and in the smiling pool he is accounted very, very wise. but the wisest sometimes become foolish when they think that they know all there is to know. it was so with grandfather frog. it was he who was foolish and not danny meadow mouse. you see danny knew all the dangers on the green meadows, and how many sharp eyes were all the time watching for him. he had long ago learned that the only way to feel safe was to feel afraid. you see, then he was watching for danger every minute, and so he wasn't likely to be surprised by his hungry enemies.

so while grandfather frog was looking down on danny for being so timid, danny was really doing the wisest thing. more than that, he was really very, very brave. he was showing grandfather frog the way up the lone little path to see the great world, when he himself would never, never have thought of traveling anywhere but along his own secret little paths, just because grandfather frog couldn't jump anywhere excepting where the way was fairly clear, as in the lone little path, and danny was afraid that unless grandfather frog had some one with him to watch out for him, he would surely come to a sad end.

the farther they went with nothing happening, the more foolish danny's timid way of running and hiding seemed to grandfather frog, and he was just about to tell danny just what he thought, when danny dived into the long grass and warned grandfather frog to do the same. but grandfather frog didn't.

"chugarum!" said he, "i don't see anything to be afraid of, and i'm not going to hide until i do."

so he sat still right where he was, in the middle of the lone little path, looking this way and that way, and seeing nothing to be afraid of. and just then around a turn in the lone little path came—who do you think? why farmer brown's boy! he saw grandfather frog and with a whoop of joy he sprang for him. grandfather frog gave a frightened croak and jumped, but he was too late. before he could jump again farmer brown's boy had him by his long hind-legs.

"ha, ha!" shouted farmer brown's boy, "i believe this is the very old chap i have tried so often to catch in the smiling pool. these legs of yours will be mighty fine eating, mr. frog. they will, indeed."

with that he tied grandfather frog's legs together and went on his way across the green meadows with poor old grandfather frog dangling from the end of a string. it was a strange ride and a most uncomfortable one, and with all his might grandfather frog wished he had never thought of going out into the great world.

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.

"and if we throw dust in the face of farmer brown's boy and steal his hat, perhaps he will put grandfather frog down," continued the merry little breeze.

"the very thing!" the others cried, dancing about with excitement.

"then we can rush about and tell all grandfather frog's friends what has happened to him and where he is. perhaps some of them can help us," the little breeze continued.

they wasted no more time talking, but raced after farmer brown's boy as fast as they could go. one of them, who was faster than the others, ran ahead and whispered in grandfather frog's ear that they were coming to help him. but poor old grandfather frog couldn't be comforted. he couldn't see what there was that the merry little breezes could do. his legs smarted where the string cut into the skin, and his head ached, for you know he was hanging head down. no, sir, grandfather frog couldn't be comforted. he was in a terrible fix, and he couldn't see any way out of it. he hadn't the least bit of hope left. and all the time farmer brown's boy was trudging along, whistling merrily. you see, it didn't occur to him to think how grandfather frog must be suffering and how terribly frightened he must be. he wasn't cruel. no, indeed, farmer brown's boy wasn't cruel. that is, he didn't mean to be cruel. he was just thoughtless, like a great many other boys, and girls too.

so he went whistling on his way until he reached the long lane leading from the green meadows up to farmer brown's dooryard. no sooner was he in the long lane than something happened. a great cloud of dust and leaves and tiny sticks was dashed in his face and nearly choked him. dirt got in his eyes. his hat was snatched from his head and went sailing over into the garden. he dropped grandfather frog and felt for his handkerchief to wipe the dirt from his eyes.

"phew!" exclaimed farmer brown's boy, as he started after his hat. "it's funny where that wind came from so suddenly!"

but you know and i know that it was the merry little breezes working together who made up that sudden wind. and grandfather frog ought to have known it too, but he didn't. you see the dust had got in his nose and eyes just as it had in those of farmer brown's boy, and he was so frightened and confused that he couldn't think. so he lay just where farmer brown's boy dropped him, and he didn't have any more hope than before.