WHY MR. SNAKE CANNOT WINK
Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck were
playing tag on the Green Meadows. Of course Peter
can run so much faster than Johnny Chuck that he would
never have been “it” if he had tried his
best to keep out of the way. But he didn’t.
No, Sir, Peter Rabbit didn’t do anything of the
kind. He pretended that one of his long hind-legs
was lame so that he had to run on three legs, while
Johnny Chuck could use all four. It was great
fun. They raced and dodged and twisted and turned.
Sometimes Peter was so excited that he would forget
and use all four legs. Then Johnny Chuck would
shout “No fair!” Peter would say that he
didn’t mean to, and to make up for it would
be “it” and try to catch Johnny.
Now it happened that curled up on
a little grassy tussock, taking an early morning sun-bath,
lay little Mr. Greensnake. Of course Peter Rabbit
and Johnny Chuck were not afraid of him. If it
had been Mr. Rattlesnake or Mr. Gophersnake, it would
have been different. But from little Mr. Greensnake
there was nothing to fear, and sometimes, just for
fun, Peter would jump right over him. When he
did that, Peter always winked good-naturedly.
But Mr. Greensnake never winked back. Instead
he would raise his head, run his tongue out at Peter,
and hiss in what he tried to make a very fierce and
angry manner. Then Peter would laugh and wink
at him again. But never once did Mr. Greensnake
wink back.
[Illustration: He would make
no reply, save to run out his tongue at them.]
Peter was thinking of this as he and
Johnny Chuck stretched out in a sunny spot to get
their breath and rest. He had never thought of
it before, but now that he had noticed it, he couldn’t
remember that he ever had seen little Mr. Greensnake
wink, nor any of Mr. Greensnake’s relatives.
He mentioned the matter to Johnny Chuck.
“That’s so,” replied
Johnny thoughtfully. “I never have seen
any of them wink, either. Do you suppose they
can wink?”
“Let’s go ask Mr. Greensnake,” said
Peter.
Up they hopped and raced over to the
grassy tussock where Mr. Greensnake lay, but to all
their questions he would make no reply save to run
out his tongue at them. Finally they gave up asking
him.
“I tell you what, let’s
go over to the Smiling Pool and ask Grandfather Frog.
He’ll be sure to know, and perhaps, if he is
feeling good, he’ll tell us a story,”
said Peter.
So off they scampered to the Smiling
Pool. There they found Grandfather Frog sitting
on his big green lily-pad just as usual, and Peter
knew by the look in his great, goggly eyes that Grandfather
Frog had a good breakfast of foolish green flies tucked
away inside his white and yellow waistcoat. His
eyes twinkled as Peter and Johnny very politely wished
him good morning.
“Good morning,” said he gruffly.
But Peter had seen that twinkle in
his eyes and knew that Grandfather Frog was feeling
good-natured in spite of his gruff greeting.
“If you please, Grandfather
Frog, why doesn’t Mr. Greensnake wink at us
when we wink at him?” he asked.
“Chug-a-rum! Because he
can’t,” replied Grandfather Frog.
“Can’t!” cried Peter Rabbit and
Johnny Chuck together.
“That’s what I said—can’t,”
replied Grandfather Frog. “And no more
can Mr. Blacksnake, or Mr. Rattlesnake, or Mr. Gophersnake,
or any other member of the Snake family.”
“Why not?” cried Peter
and Johnny, all in the same breath.
“Chug-a-rum!” said Grandfather
Frog, folding his hands across his white and yellow
waistcoat, “if you will sit still until I finish,
I’ll tell you; but if you move or ask any foolish
questions, I’ll stop right where I am, and you’ll
never hear the end of the story, for no one else knows
it.”
Of course Peter and Johnny promised
to sit perfectly still and not say a word. After
they had made themselves comfortable, Grandfather Frog
cleared his throat as if to begin, but for a long time
he didn’t say a word. Once Peter opened
his mouth to ask why, but remembered in time and closed
it again without making a sound.
At last Grandfather Frog cleared his
throat once more, and with a far-away look in his
great, goggly eyes began:
“Once upon a time, long, long
ago, when the world was young, lived old Mr. Snake,
the grandfather a thousand times removed of little
Mr. Greensnake and all the other Snakes whom you know.
Of course he wasn’t old then. He was young
and spry and smart, was Mr. Snake. Now there is
such a thing as being too smart. That was the
trouble with Mr. Snake. Yes, Sir, that was the
trouble with Mr. Snake. He was so smart that he
soon found out that he was the smartest of all the
meadow and forest people, and that was a bad thing.
It certainly was a very bad thing.” Grandfather
Frog shook his head gravely.
“You see,” he continued,
“as soon as he found that out, he began to take
advantage of his neighbors and cheat them, but he would
do it so smoothly that they never once suspected that
they were being cheated. Mr. Snake would go about
all day cheating everybody he met. At night he
would go home and chuckle over his smartness.
It wasn’t long before he began to look down
on his neighbors for being so honest that they didn’t
suspect other people of being dishonest, and for being
so easily cheated.
“Now one bad habit almost always
leads to another. From cheating, Mr. Snake just
naturally slipped to stealing. Yes, Sir, he became
a thief. Of course that made trouble right away,
but still no one suspected Mr. Snake. He was
always very polite to every one and always offering
to do favors for his neighbors. In fact, Mr. Snake
was very well liked and much respected. When
any one had been robbed, he was always the first to
offer sympathy and join in the hunt for the thief.
He was so spry and slim, and could slip through the
tall grass so fast, that he could go almost where
he pleased without being seen, and this made him very
bold. If he did happen to be found near the scene
of trouble, he always had a story ready to account
for his presence, and it sounded so true, and he told
it in such an honest manner, that no one thought of
doubting it.
“So Mr. Snake found that lying
helped him to cheat and steal, and all the time he
kept thinking how smart he was. But even Mr. Snake
had a little bit of conscience, and once in a while
it would trouble him. So what do you think he
did? Why, cheating had become such a habit with
him that he actually tried to cheat himself—to
cheat his conscience! When he was telling a lie,
he would wink one eye. ‘That,’ said
he to himself, ’means that it isn’t true,
and if these folks are not smart enough to see me
wink and know what it means, it is their own fault
if they believe what I am telling them.’
But always he took care to wink the eye that was turned
away from the one he was talking to.
“Dear me, dear me, such terrible
times as there were on the Green Meadows and in the
Green Forest! They grew worse and worse, and when
at last Old Mother Nature came to see how all the little
people were getting along, she heard so many complaints
that she hardly knew where to begin to straighten
matters out. She had all the little people come
before her in turn and tell their troubles. When
it came Mr. Snake’s turn, he had no complaint
to make. He seemed to be the only one who had
no troubles. She asked him a great many questions,
and for each one he had a ready reply. Of course
a great many of these replies were lies, and every
time he told one of these, he winked without knowing
it. You see, it had become a habit.
“Now, with all his smartness,
Mr. Snake had forgotten one thing, one very important
thing. It was this: You can’t fool
Old Mother Nature, and it is of no use to try.
He hadn’t been talking three minutes before
she knew who was at the bottom of all the trouble.
She let him finish, then called all the others about
her and told them who had made all the trouble.
Mr. Snake was very bold. He held his head very
high in the air and pretended not to care. When
Old Mother Nature turned her head, he even ran out
his tongue at her, just as all the Snake family do
at you and me to-day. When she had finished telling
them how cheating and stealing and lying isn’t
smart at all, but very, very dreadful, she turned
to Mr. Snake and said:
“’From this time on, no
one will believe anything you say, and you shall have
no friends. You will never wink again, for you
and your children and your children’s children
forever will have no eyelids, that all the world may
know that those who make a wrong use of the things
given them shall have them taken away.’
“And now you know why little
Mr. Greensnake cannot wink at you; he hasn’t
any eyelids to wink with” finished Grandfather
Frog.
Peter Rabbit drew a long breath.
“Thank you, oh, thank you ever so much, Grandfather
Frog,” he said. “Will you tell us
next time why Bobby Coon wears rings on his tail?”
“Perhaps,” replied Grandfather Frog.