d, and then, of course, he could see just what was on the other side.

So Spotty the Turtle wasted no more time wishing that he could do
something it was never meant that he should do. Instead, he picked out
what looked like the easiest place to climb the bank and started up. My,
my, my, it was hard work! You see, he had to carry his house along with
him, for he has to carry that wherever he goes, and it would have been
hard enough to have climbed that bank without carrying anything. Every
time he had climbed up three steps he slipped back two steps, but he
kept at it, puffing and blowing, saying over and over to himself:

"I can if I will, and will if I can!
I'm sure to get there if I follow this plan."

Half-way up the bank Spotty lost his balance, and the house he was
carrying just tipped him right over backward, and down he rolled to the
place he had started from.

"I needed to cool off," said Spotty to himself and slid into a little
pool of water. Then he tried the bank again, and just as before he
slipped back two steps for every three he went up. But he shut his mouth
tight and kept at it, and by and by he was up to the place from which he
had tumbled. There he stopped to get his breath.

"I can if I will, and will if I can!
I'm sure to get there if I follow this plan,"

said he and started on again. Twice more he tumbled clear down to the
place he had started from, but each time he laughed at himself and tried
again. And at last he reached the top of the bank.

"I said I could if I would, and I would if I could, and I have!" he
cried.

Then he hurried to see what was behind the strange wall. What do you
think it was? Why, a pond! Yes, Sir, there was a pond right in the
middle of the Green Forest! Trees were coming up right out of the middle
of it, but it was a sure enough pond. Spotty found it harder work to
believe his own eyes now than when he had first seen the strange wall
across the Laughing Brook.

"Why, why, why, what does it mean?" exclaimed Spotty the Turtle.

"That's what I want to know!" cried Billy Mink, who came hurrying up
just then.

CHAPTER XVII: Who Had Made The Strange Pond?

Who had made the strange pond? That is what Spotty the Turtle wanted to
know. That is what Billy Mink wanted to know. So did Little Joe Otter
and Jerry Muskrat and Grandfather Frog, when they arrived. So did
Ol' Mistah Buzzard, looking down from the blue, blue sky. It was very
strange, very strange