hought of coming
up from Ol' Virginny to the Green Forest and the Green Meadows where
they lived. He said it just to tease them, and when he said it, he
chuckled until they chuckled too, just as if it really were the best
kind of a joke.

Now you know it always is the thing that you try and try to find out
and can't find out that you most want to find out. It was just so with
Peter Rabbit and Johnny Chuck and Striped Chipmunk. The more they
talked about it, the more they wanted to know. Why was it that Unc'
Billy Possum played dead instead of trying to run away when he was
surprised by his enemies? They always tried to run away. So did
everybody else of their acquaintance excepting Unc' Billy Possum.

"There must be a reason" said Peter gravely, as he pulled thoughtfully
at one of his long ears.

"Of course there is a reason," asserted Johnny Chuck, chewing the end
of a blade of grass.

"There's a reason for everything," added Striped Chipmunk, combing out
the hair of his funny little tail.

"Then of course Grandfather Frog knows it," said Peter.

"Of course! Why didn't we think of him before?" exclaimed the others.

"I'll beat you to the Smiling Pool!" shouted Peter.

Of course he did, for his legs are long and made for running, but
Striped Chipmunk was not far behind. Johnny Chuck took his time, for
he knew that he could not keep up with the others. Besides he was so
fat that to run made him puff and blow. Grandfather Frog sat just as
usual on his big green lily-pad, and he grinned when he saw who his
visitors were, for he guessed right away what they had come for.

"Chug-a-rum! What is it you want to know now?" he demanded, before
Peter could fairly get his breath.

"If you please, Grandfather Frog, we want to know why it is that Unc'
Billy Possum plays dead," replied Peter as politely as he knew how.

Grandfather Frog chuckled. "Just to fool people, stupid!" said he.

"Of course we know that," replied Striped Chipmunk, "but what we want
to know is how he ever found out that he could fool people that way,
and how he knows that he will fool them."

"I suspect that his mammy taught him," said Grandfather Frog, with
another chuckle way down deep in his throat.

"But who taught his mammy?" persisted Striped Chipmunk.

Grandfather Frog snapped at a foolish green fly, and when it was
safely tucked away inside his white and yellow waistcoat, he turned
once more to his three little visitors, and there was a