sure whether he told or not, but Mr. Coon always said he did. At any rate, the wood folk were rid of old Mr. Crow, and they were glad of it. 

 

 

 DISCONTENTED DEWDROP 

 

 Discontented Dewdrop 

 One morning a little Dewdrop was resting on the petal of a wild rose that grew beside a river. 

 The sun shining on it made it glisten like a diamond and a lady who was passing stopped to admire its beauty. 

 "It is the most beautiful thing in the world," she remarked.  "See the colors in that tiny little drop. Isn't it wonderful?" 

 "Wonderful," repeated the Dewdrop when the lady had walked away.  "If I were like the river I might be wonderful; it is too bad; here I am sitting here while the river can run on and on and see all the sights. It bubbles and babbles as it goes, and that is worth while. I have never a chance to be wonderful. Oh, if I were only in the river water I might be something." 

 Just then a breeze passing heard the little Dewdrop's wish. 

 "You shall have your wish, foolish Dewdrop," she said, blowing gently on the rose, which swayed, and off went the little Dewdrop into the rushing river. 

 "This is like something, being a part of this river," said the Dewdrop as it mingled its tiny drop with the running river.  "Now I am worth admiring and can see something of the world." 

 On and on it ran with the water of the river, but it was no longer a Dewdrop; it was a part of the river. 

 "I wish I could stop for a minute so some one might admire me," said the silly little drop, for it thought it could still be seen and was making all the babbling it heard as the river ran along. 

 But no one admired it, nor did it stop. On went the river to a larger river, and by and by it came to the bay and the Dewdrop went rolling into it with the other water. 

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