"And he got stuck in the mud," added Sue. She always wanted to tell everything.
"Yes this mud is pretty sticky," remarked the man. "But if you are done playing waterfall I guess I'll just take it away. You see it stops the water from coming down the brook—that is, it stops nearly all of it. And I need the water."
With a long stick the man began poking away the mud and stones Bunny and Sue had piled up to make the waterfall.
"This little brook goes right through my chicken yard," the man explained, "and the chickens like to drink the water. When I saw, a while ago, that there was only a little coming down, not enough for the hens and roosters to drink, I thought something had happened. And it was you children who did it all," and the man smiled.
"Well, I know you want to have fun, but please don't stop up my brook any more; will you?" he asked.
"No, sir," answered Bunny. He had had enough of waterfalls, for a while at least. Then he and Sue went back to grandpa's.
