“I think it would be very nice if you would dig a way from your
burrow to my pond. Then, when it rained, I could come to see you
without getting wet, and you could come to see me.” “That is a
fine idea,” declared Sammie. “I’ll do it.” So, without saying
anything to his mother or sister or Uncle Wiggily Longears,
Sammie began to dig under ground to reach the pond. It took him
some time, but at last he came out just above the top of the
water, near where Bully lived. “This is great!” cried the frog,
as he looked in the hole. “Now when it rains we will not get
wet.” And, what do you think! It rained that very night. It
rained so hard that the pond rose higher and higher, until the
water began to run in the hole Sammie had dug. It awakened the
Littletail family in the middle of the night, and when Uncle
Wiggily Longears saw the water creeping nearer and nearer to
him, and felt the rheumatism worse than ever, he cried out: “A
flood! A flood! We must swim out, or we shall all be drowned.”
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