"that is right," said the ground hog heartily. "we have a very fine forest here. you will pardon me for remarking it. the pond people have a saying that is very true: 'it's a mighty poor frog that won't croak for his own puddle.' and my grandfather used to say that if a ground hog didn't love his own home he was a very poor hog indeed. good-night, my friends, good-night." and he trotted happily away, followed by the rabbit.