"Chug-a-rum! Why don't you help put the fire out?" asked Grandfather Frog.

"We warned Farmer Brown and his boy and his hired man; what more can we do?" asked one of the Merry Little Breezes.

"Go find and drive up a rain cloud," replied Grandfather Frog. "Splendid!" cried all the little meadow people and forest folks. "Hurry!

hurry! Oh, do hurry!" So the Merry Little Breezes scattered in all directions to hunt for a

rain cloud. "It is a good thing that Old Mother West Wind has such a big family,"

said Grandfather Frog, "for one of them is sure to find a wandering rain cloud somewhere."

Then all the little meadow people and forest folks sat down around the Smiling Pool to wait. They watched the smoke roll up until it hid the

face of jolly, round, red Mr. Sun. Their hearts almost stood still with fear as they saw the fierce, angry, red flames leap into the air and

climb tall trees on the edge of the Green Forest. Splash! Something struck in the Smiling Pool right beside Grandfather

Frog's big, green, lily-pad. Spat! Something hit Johnny Chuck right on the end of his funny little,

black nose. They were drops of water.

"Hurrah!" cried Johnny Chuck, whirling about. Sure enough, they were drops of water--rain drops. And there, coming just as fast as the Merry

Little Breezes could push it, and they were pushing very hard, very hard indeed, was a great, black, rain cloud, spilling down rain as it came.