s and slid down, down out of the blue, blue sky until he was right
over Grandfather Frog.

"Where are yo'alls going?" asked Ol' Mistah Buzzard.

"Chugarum! To find out what is the trouble with the Laughing Brook,"
replied Grandfather Frog.

"I'll help you," said Ol' Mistah Buzzard, once more sailing up in the
blue, blue sky.

Grandfather Frog watched him until he was nothing but a speck. "I wish I
had wings," sighed Grandfather Frog, and once more began to hop along up
the bed of the Laughing Brook.

The Laughing Brook came down from the Green Forest and wound through the
Green Meadows for a little way before it reached the Smiling Pool. There
the sun shone down into it, and Grandfather Frog didn't mind, although
his legs were getting tired. But when they got into the Green Forest it
was dark and gloomy. At least Grandfather Frog thought so, and so did
Spotty the Turtle, for both dearly love the sunshine. But still they
kept on, for they felt that they must find the trouble with the Laughing
Brook. If they found this, they would also find the trouble with the
Smiling Pool.

So Billy Mink jumped and skipped far ahead; Little Joe Otter ran; Jerry
Muskrat walked, for he soon gets tired on land; Grandfather Frog hopped;
Spotty the Turtle crawled, and way, way up in the blue, blue sky, OF
Mistah Buzzard flew, all looking for the trouble which had stopped the
laughing of the Laughing Brook and the smiling of the Smiling Pool.

CHAPTER XIII: Ol' Mistah Buzzard Sees Something

"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 lookin