streetlightâand chirping till my throat is sore! The wings, too. Iâll barely make it back to my nest. And what Dorothy will sayâme coming back at this hourâI canât even imagine.â Poor John was winded. His wing muscles ached, those miracle things that let him fly. And he felt guilty too, for having lost Walter. âIâm sorry,â his voice drooped sadly down. âI tried, butââ
âShh! Hush!â Simon interrupted. âI hear panting.â
âHuh-huhâ!â
âThere it is again!â
âI donât hear anything,â said John, but one note in his voice was hope.
âHush again! Someoneâs blundering through those bulrushesâ?
âIf itâs blundering,â said John Robin, âitâs got to beââ
âDubber!â Chester shoutedâsqueaked, shrieked. He made the loudest sound ever heard from one lone Connecticut cricket. âYouâre back!â
âLet me get to the pool! Let me get to the poolââ
âCome on, hounâ dog,â Ashley Mockingbird encouraged him. âItâs right hereââ
âNot for meââ
Around Dubberâs neck, the animals saw, was what looked like a ruined shoelace. âOooo-ssss!â it hissed pathetically.
âThatâs him!â said John Robin. âMy found-again friend!â
âLet go, Walt,â Dubber encouraged. âWeâre home.â
With the weakest of âplopsâ the water snake dropped head first in the pool.
âHeâs awfully dry!â Dubber counseled the others. âYouâve got to be patient.â
âWhat happened? â asked Chester.
âYesâafter I lost himâwhatâ?â
âWait. Just wait now. I want Walt to tell it.â
The water snake stayed below for a worrying long time. No bubbles came up, no ripples to show that anyone was alive down thereâjust the pale echo of a moon smudge on the surface.
âYou better go get him, Simon,â said Chester.
âNo need,â said Simon.
A head emerged from the depths. Then from that black head there emerged a long and luxurious sigh: âOh, waterââ
âWelcome back,â said Chester. âI take it that city life didnât agreeââ
âOh, water!â crooned Walter Water Snake. He addressed all his friends, sounding very much like his old self. âHave any of you sweet field folk here ever thought of the beauty of water?â
âWhere were you?â asked John, who wanted not to feel so guilty.
âWet brook of my heart! I will never leave you again!â
âWaltââ
âYes, water is my true home! Itâs all aroundâitâs up and downâitâs here and thereâwhen youâre in it, water is everywhere!â In a fit of relief, Walter kissed the surface of Simonâs Pool. Walterâs Pool now, too. âI love you, water.â He slurped up some. âIt tastes good, too! Oh, waterâ!â
âWhat happened?â hollered Chester.
âThe cool comfort of water bathes every scale. If youâre lucky enough to have scales,â said Walt.
âI really am going to get mad,â Chester Cricket decided.
âAnyway,â said Walt, and his zig-zags in the pool suggested a story with lots of twists and turns, âfearlessly I went out into a world of concrete, bricks and cement, guided only by a robinâwho soon took off through fear of the dark.â
âI did not!â
âWho soon got lost, through no fault of his own, in the gloaming.â
âThatâs better.â
âItâs a horrible world of sidewalks, curbstones, and gutters. But one thing it taught me: I was not made for hard surfaces! â
âThatâs big-eared news,â said Robert Rabbit, whoâd added himself to the group without anybody noticing.
âDespite John
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