The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher

End of The Tale of Mrs. Tiggywinkle Recording by Shakira Searle

section four of a collection of beatrix potter's stories this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox dot org the tale of mr jeremy fisher by beatrix potter once upon a time there lived 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 mackintosh and a pair of shiny galoshes he took his rod and basket and he set off with enormous hops to the place where he kept his boat 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 the open water i know a good place for minnows said mr jeremy fisher Mr. Jeremy stuck his pole into the mud and fastened his boat to it.

Then he settled himself cross-legged and arranged his fishing tackle.

He had the dearest little red float.

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and a shoal of other little fishes put their heads out and laughed at mr jeremy fisher 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 really frightful thing it would have been if mr jeremy had not been wearing a mackintosh a great big enormous trout came up ker puh flop with a splash and it seized mr jeremy with a snap ow ow ow and it turned and dived down to the bottom of the pond but the trout was so displeased with the taste of the mackintosh 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.