Books with title The Adventures of Grandfather Frog by Thornton Burgess, Fiction, Animals, Fantasy

Jerry Muskrat looked over the Smiling Pool. Almost at once he saw Grandfather Frog fast asleep on his big green lily-pad. Jerry slipped down into the water and swam over to the big green lily-pad of Grandfather Frog. Then he hit the water a smart blow with his tail. Grandfather Frog's big goggly eyes flew open, and he was just about to make a frightened plunge into the Smiling Pool when he saw Jerry. "Have a nice nap?" inquired Jerry, with a broad grin. "I wasn't asleep!" protested Grandfather Frog indignantly. "I was just thinking." Elsewhere, Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter were planning to pull a perfectly rotten trick. "What can we do?" said Little Joe Otter . "I've thought of a plan," replied Billy. "Do you happen to know where we can find Longlegs the Blue Heron?" "Yes," said Little Joe. "I saw him fishing not five minutes ago." Then Billy told Little Joe his plan, and laughing and giggling, the two little scamps hurried off to find Longlegs the Blue Heron. Longlegs, you see, was hungry -- and everyone knows that what he likes to eat is frogs!

Grandfather Frog has a hard time keeping a straight face -- for Buster Bear has outsmarted that rash Little Joe Otter! But then along comes Farmer Brown's boy, and --'Twas just a sudden odd surprise Made Farmer Brown's boy's hair to rise!And now who's outsmarting whom?Readers will take joy as their familiar friends -- Billy Mink, Blacky the Crow, Jerry Muskrat, and Sammy Jay -- tangle and cavort in the magical woodland of Thornton Burgess.

Jerry Muskrat looked over the Smiling Pool. Almost at once he saw Grandfather Frog fast asleep on his big green lily-pad. Jerry slipped down into the water and swam over to the big green lily-pad of Grandfather Frog. Then he hit the water a smart blow with his tail. Grandfather Frog's big goggly eyes flew open, and he was just about to make a frightened plunge into the Smiling Pool when he saw Jerry. "Have a nice nap?" inquired Jerry, with a broad grin. "I wasn't asleep!" protested Grandfather Frog indignantly. "I was just thinking." Elsewhere, Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter were planning to pull a perfectly rotten trick. "What can we do?" said Little Joe Otter . "I've thought of a plan," replied Billy. "Do you happen to know where we can find Longlegs the Blue Heron?" "Yes," said Little Joe. "I saw him fishing not five minutes ago." Then Billy told Little Joe his plan, and laughing and giggling, the two little scamps hurried off to find Longlegs the Blue Heron. Longlegs, you see, was hungry -- and everyone knows that what he likes to eat is frogs!

Jerry Muskrat looked over the Smiling Pool. Almost at once he saw Grandfather Frog fast asleep on his big green lily-pad. Jerry slipped down into the water and swam over to the big green lily-pad of Grandfather Frog. Then he hit the water a smart blow with his tail. Grandfather Frog's big goggly eyes flew open, and he was just about to make a frightened plunge into the Smiling Pool when he saw Jerry."Have a nice nap?" inquired Jerry, with a broad grin."I wasn't asleep!" protested Grandfather Frog indignantly. "I was just thinking."Elsewhere, Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter were planning to pull a perfectly rotten trick."What can we do?" said Little Joe Otter ."I've thought of a plan," replied Billy. "Do you happen to know where we can find Longlegs the Blue Heron?""Yes," said Little Joe. "I saw him fishing not five minutes ago."Then Billy told Little Joe his plan, and laughing and giggling, the two little scamps hurried off to find Longlegs the Blue Heron. Longlegs, you see, was hungry -- and everyone knows that what he likes to eat is frogs!

"If you please, Mistah Buzzard, you can tell me if there is anybody way down South where you come from who can make his voice sound just like the voices of other people. Is there?" Bobby was using his very politest manner. "Cert'nly! Cert'nly!" chuckled Ol' Mistah Buzzard. "It's Mistah Mockah the Mocking-bird. Why, that bird just likes to go around making trouble; he just naturally likes to." "He is right here in the Green Forest now," replied Bobby Coon. "What's that yo' am a-saying, Brer Coon? What's that?" cried Ol' Mistah Buzzard, growing very excited.

Father Brown's son is stirring a commotion among all the denizens of the meadow -- for he sets an armload of traps all around Smiling Pool.Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe Otter, with the help of old Grandfather Frog, fix things up fine. But the traps are only the beginning of their troubles -- for then the Smiling Pool stops smiling, and the Laughing Brooks stops laughing!Thornton Burgess (1874-1965) expressed his love of the outdoors in this delightful tale of woodland and meadow.

WAS DANNY MEADOW MOUSE'S TAIL TOO SHORT? Danny certainly thought so. Cousin Whitefoot's elegant tail was certainly much longer. One day Danny was so morose on the subject, he almost didn't notice Old Whitetail the Marsh Hawk swooping down. Whew! He escaped, though -- You see, Danny had a problem. Not only was Danny a mouse, he was a plump, tasty-looking mouse. Reddy Fox wanted him for dinner Granny Fox thought he'd do for breakfast. Mr. Blacksnake wriggled with pleasure at the notion of a -- "Chomp!" -- Danny Meadow Mouse Snack. And Redtail the Hawk -- well, you get the idea.

Grandfather Frog has a hard time keeping a straight face -- for Buster Bear has outsmarted that rash Little Joe Otter! But then along comes Farmer Brown's boy, and -- 'Twas just a sudden odd surprise Made Farmer Brown's boy's hair to rise! And now who's outsmarting whom? Readers will take joy as their familiar friends -- Billy Mink, Blacky the Crow, Jerry Muskrat, and Sammy Jay -- tangle and cavort in the magical woodland of Thornton Burgess.

Granny Fox said, "Now, Reddy Fox, you run across the bridge and watch from the top of the little hill over there. Perhaps I can show you a trick that will teach you why I have made you learn to run across the bridge." Reddy trotted across the long bridge and up to the top of the hill, as Granny had told him to. Pretty soon Reddy heard another sound. It was a long, low rumble. Then there was a distant whistle. It was a train. Suddenly Granny Fox started across the bridge so fast that she looked like a little red streak. Bowser the Hound dog was close at her heels when she started and he was so eager to catch her that he didn't see either the bridge or the train. Oh, my, no! When she had reached the other side, he wasn't halfway across, and right behind him, whistling for him to get out of the way, was the train. The hound gave one frightened yelp, and then he leaped down, down into the swift water below. "Now you know why I wanted you to learn to cross a bridge; it's a very nice way of getting rid of dogs," said Granny Fox, as she climbed up beside Reddy.