ONCE upon a time there was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in
a little damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond.
THE water was all slippy-sloppy in the larder and in the back passage.
But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and
he never caught a cold!
HE was quite pleased when he looked out and saw large drops of rain,
splashing in the pond--
"I WILL get some worms and go fishing and catch a dish of minnows for my
dinner," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. "If I catch more than five fish, I will
invite my friends Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise and Sir Isaac Newton.
The Alderman, however, eats salad."
MR. JEREMY put on a macintosh, and a pair of shiny goloshes; he took his
rod and basket, and set off with enormous hops to the place where he
kept his boat.
THE boat was round and green, and very like the other lily-leaves. It
was tied to a water-plant in the middle of the pond.
MR. JEREMY took a reed pole, and pushed the boat out into open water. "I
know a good place for minnows," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher.
MR. JEREMY stuck his pole into the mud and fastened his boat to it.
Then he settled himself cross-legged and arranged his fishing tackle. He
had the dearest little red float. His rod was a tough stalk of grass,
his line was a fine long white horse-hair, and he tied a little
wriggling worm at the end.
THE rain trickled down his back, and for nearly an hour he stared at the
float.
"This is getting tiresome, I think I should like some lunch," said Mr.
Jeremy Fisher.
HE punted back again amongst the water-plants, and took some lunch out
of his basket.
"I will eat a butterfly sandwich, and wait till the shower is over,"
said Mr. Jeremy Fisher.
A GREAT big water-beetle came up underneath the lily leaf and tweaked
the toe of one of his goloshes.
Mr. Jeremy crossed his legs up shorter, out of reach, and went on eating
his sandwich.
ONCE or twice something moved about with a rustle and a splash amongst
the rushes at the side of the pond.
"I trust that is not a rat," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher; "I think I had
better get away from here."
MR. JEREMY shoved the boat out again a little way, and dropped in the
bait. There was a bite almost directly; the float gave a tremendous
bobbit!
"A minnow! a minnow! I have him by the nose!" cried Mr. Jeremy Fisher,
jerking up his rod.
BUT what a horrible surprise! Instead of a smooth fat minnow, Mr. Jeremy
landed little Jack Sharp the stickleback, covered with spines!
THE stickleback floundered about the boat, pricking and snapping until
he was quite out of breath. Then he jumped back into the water.
AND a shoal of other little fishes put their heads out, and laughed at
Mr. Jeremy Fisher.
AND while Mr. Jeremy sat disconsolately on the edge of his boat--sucking
his sore fingers and peering down into the water--a MUCH worse thing
happened; a really FRIGHTFUL thing it would have been, if Mr. Jeremy had
not been wearing a macintosh!
A GREAT big enormous trout came up--ker-pflop-p-p-p! with a splash--and
it seized Mr. Jeremy with a snap, "Ow! Ow! Ow!"--and then it turned and
dived down to the bottom of the pond!
BUT the trout was so displeased with the taste of the macintosh, that in
less than half a minute it spat him out again; and the only thing it
swallowed was Mr. Jeremy's goloshes.
MR. JEREMY bounced up to the surface of the water, like a cork and the
bubbles out of a soda water bottle; and he swam with all his might to
the edge of the pond.
HE scrambled out on the first bank he came to, and he hopped home across
the meadow with his macintosh all in tatters.
"WHAT a mercy that was not a pike!" said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. "I have lost
my rod and basket; but it does not much matter, for I am sure I should
never have dared to go fishing again!"
HE put some sticking plaster on his fingers, and his friends both came
to dinner. He could not offer them fish, but he had something else in
his larder.
SIR ISAAC NEWTON wore his black and gold waistcoat,
AND Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise brought a salad with him in a string
bag.
AND instead of a nice dish of minnows--they had a roasted grasshopper
with lady-bird sauce; which frogs consider a beautiful treat; but _I_
think it must have been nasty!