“Wait for me!” cried Little
Joe Otter to Billy Mink, but Billy Mink was in too
much of a hurry and just ran faster.
“Wait for me!” cried Jerry
Muskrat to Little Joe Otter, but Little Joe was in
too much of a hurry and just ran faster.
“Wait for me!” cried Grandfather
Frog to Jerry Muskrat, but Jerry was in too much of
a hurry and just walked faster.
“Wait for me!” cried Spotty
the Turtle to Grandfather Frog, but Grandfather Frog
was in too much of a hurry and just jumped faster.
So running and walking and jumping
and crawling, Billy Mink, Little Joe Otter, Jerry
Muskrat, Grandfather Frog, and Spotty the Turtle hurried
up the Laughing Brook to try to find out why it laughed
no more. And high overhead in the blue, blue
sky sailed Ol’ Mistah Buzzard, and he also was
looking for the trouble that had taken away the laugh
from the Laughing Brook and the smile from the Smiling
Pool.
Now Ol’ Mistah Buzzard’s
eyes are very sharp, and looking down from way up
in the blue, blue sky he can see a great deal.
Indeed, Ol’ Mistah Buzzard can see all that
is going on below on the Green Meadows and in the
Green Forest. His wings are very broad, and he
can sail through the air very swiftly when he makes
up his mind to. Now, as he looked down, he saw
that Billy Mink was selfish and wouldn’t wait
for Little Joe Otter, and Little Joe Otter was selfish
and wouldn’t wait for Jerry Muskrat, and Jerry
Muskrat was selfish and wouldn’t wait for Grandfather
Frog, and Grandfather Frog was selfish and wouldn’t
wait for Spotty the Turtle.
“Ah reckon Ah will hurry up
right smart and find out what the trouble is mahself,
and then go back and tell Brer Turtle; it will save
him a powerful lot of work, and it will serve Brer
Mink right if Brer Turtle finds out first what is
the trouble with the Laughing Brook,” said Ol’
Mistah Buzzard and shot far ahead over the Green Forest
towards that part of it from which the Laughing Brook
comes. In a few minutes he was as far ahead of
Billy Mink as Billy was ahead of Spotty the Turtle.
For wings are swifter far than legs,
On whatsoever purpose bent,
But doubly swift and tireless
Those wings on kindly deed intent.
And this is how it happened that Ol’
Mistah Buzzard was the first to find out what it was
that had stopped the laughing of the Laughing Brook
and the smiling of the Smiling Pool, but he was so
surprised when he did find out, that he forgot all
about going back to tell Spotty the Turtle.
He forgot everything but his own great surprise, and
he blinked his eyes a great many times to make sure
that he wasn’t dreaming. Then he sailed
around and around in circles, looking down among the
trees of the Green Forest and saying over and over
to himself:
“Did yo’ ever? No,
Ah never! Did yo’ ever? No, Ah never!”