THE TALE OF MR JEREMY FISHER
Author of"The Tale of Peter Rabbit," &c.
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
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 the 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
"This is getting tiresome, I think I should like some lunch," said Mr. Jeremy
He punted back again amongst the water-plants, and took some lunch out of his
"I will eat a butterfly sandwich, and wait till the shower is over," said Mr.
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
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.
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 reallyfrightful 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
Sir Isaac Newton wore his black and gold waistcoat,
And Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise brought a salad with him in a string
And instead of a nice dish of minnows—they had a roasted grasshopper with
lady-bird sauce; which frogs consider a beautiful treat; butI think it
must have been nasty!
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