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THE TALE OFMR. JEREMY FISHER

BYBEATRIX POTTER

_Author of__"The Tale of Peter Rabbit, " &c. _

FREDERICK WARNE & CO. , INC. NEW YORK

COPYRIGHT, 1906BYFREDERICK WARNE & CO

FORSTEPHANIEFROMCOUSIN B. 

Once upon a time there was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in alittle 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 henever 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 mydinner, " said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. "If I catch more than five fish, I willinvite my friends Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise and Sir Isaac Newton. TheAlderman, however, eats salad. "

Mr. Jeremy put on a macintosh, and a pair of shiny goloshes; he took hisrod and basket, and set off with enormous hops to the place where he kepthis boat. 

The boat was round and green, and very like the other lily-leaves. It wastied to a water-plant in the middle of the pond. 

Mr. Jeremy took a reed pole, and pushed the boat out into open water. "Iknow a good place for minnows, " said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. 

Mr. Jeremy stuck his pole into the mud and fastened the boat to it. 

Then he settled himself cross-legged and arranged his fishing tackle. Hehad the dearest little red float. His rod was a tough stalk of grass, hisline was a fine long white horse-hair, and he tied a little wriggling wormat the end. 

The rain trickled down his back, and for nearly an hour he stared at thefloat. 

"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 ofhis basket. 

"I will eat a butterfly sandwich, and wait till the shower is over, " saidMr. Jeremy Fisher. 

A great big water-beetle came up underneath the lily leaf and tweaked thetoe of one of his goloshes. 

Mr. Jeremy crossed his legs up shorter, out of reach, and went on eatinghis sandwich. 

Once or twice something moved about with a rustle and a splash amongstthe rushes at the side of the pond. 

"I trust that is not a rat, " said Mr. Jeremy Fisher; "I think I had betterget away from here. "

Mr. Jeremy shoved the boat out again a little way, and dropped in thebait. There was a bite almost directly; the float gave a tremendousbobbit!

"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. Jeremylanded little Jack Sharp the stickleback, covered with spines!

The stickleback floundered about the boat, pricking and snapping until hewas quite out of breath. Then he jumped back into the water. 

And a shoal of other little fishes put their heads out, and laughed atMr. Jeremy Fisher. 

And while Mr. Jeremy sat disconsolately on the edge of his boat--suckinghis sore fingers and peering down into the water--a _much_ worse thinghappened; a really _frightful_ thing it would have been, if Mr. Jeremy hadnot been wearing a macintosh!

A great big enormous trout came up--ker-pflop-p-p-p! with a splash--andit seized Mr. Jeremy with a snap, "Ow! Ow! Ow!"--and then it turned anddived down to the bottom of the pond!

But the trout was so displeased with the taste of the macintosh, that inless than half a minute it spat him out again; and the only thing itswallowed was Mr. Jeremy's goloshes. 

Mr. Jeremy bounced up to the surface of the water, like a cork and thebubbles out of a soda water bottle; and he swam with all his might to theedge of the pond. 

He scrambled out on the first bank he came to, and he hopped home acrossthe meadow with his macintosh all in tatters. 

"What a mercy that was not a pike!" said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. "I have lostmy rod and basket; but it does not much matter, for I am sure I shouldnever have dared to go fishing again!"

He put some sticking plaster on his fingers, and his friends both came todinner. He could not offer them fish, but he had something else in hislarder. 

Sir Isaac Newton wore his black and gold waistcoat, And Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise brought a salad with him in a stringbag. 

And instead of a nice dish of minnows--they had a roasted grasshopperwith lady-bird sauce; which frogs consider a beautiful treat; but _I_think it must have been nasty!

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