author - "Arthur Scott Bailey"
over and over toward the water.He had a very narrow escape. If he hadn't happened to bring up against an old stump he would certainly have tumbled into the stream. Though Solomon couldn't see, he knew that he was in danger. So he lay on his back on the ground and carefully tore his new coat into strings and ribbons. At last he was free. And he rose to his feet feeling very sheepish, for he knew that Mr. Frog had played a sly trick on him. "Nevermind!" said Solomon Owl, as he flew way.
I am quite delighted."So Jolly Robin laughed happily. And old Mr. Crow remarked that it was a fair laugh, though not so loud as he would have liked. "I'll do better next time," Jolly assured him. "Good!" said Mr. Crow. "And now, since I've finished my breakfast, we'll go over to the woods and see what's going on there this morning." The first person they saw in the woods was Peter Mink. He was fishing for trout in Broad Brook. And old Mr. Crow, as soon as he
over and over toward the water.He had a very narrow escape. If he hadn't happened to bring up against an old stump he would certainly have tumbled into the stream. Though Solomon couldn't see, he knew that he was in danger. So he lay on his back on the ground and carefully tore his new coat into strings and ribbons. At last he was free. And he rose to his feet feeling very sheepish, for he knew that Mr. Frog had played a sly trick on him. "Nevermind!" said Solomon Owl, as he flew way.
I am quite delighted."So Jolly Robin laughed happily. And old Mr. Crow remarked that it was a fair laugh, though not so loud as he would have liked. "I'll do better next time," Jolly assured him. "Good!" said Mr. Crow. "And now, since I've finished my breakfast, we'll go over to the woods and see what's going on there this morning." The first person they saw in the woods was Peter Mink. He was fishing for trout in Broad Brook. And old Mr. Crow, as soon as he