There stood the very very aged log, but there was nobody on it but a yellow snail.It seemed strange not to see the very very aged gentleman frog sitting there, hiseyes winking and blinking and his yellow waist-coat shining in the sun,and it made the little rabbit feel lonely.

"Where is Uncle Bullfrog?" he asked a huge blackbottle fly, whom wasbuzzing away at a great rate. But he didn't know, and neither did abig darning needle that was skimming over the quiet water.

"I wonder if that dreadful Miller's Boy has taken Uncle Bullfrogaway," thought Billy Bunny, and just then Mrs. 0riole flew down fromher nest that swung in the weeping willow tree and exclaimed: