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DedicationTo the most beautiful of our
four-footed friends in the green forest
with the hope that this little volume
may in some degree aid in the
protection of the innocent
and helpless
Peter Rabbit was on his way back from the pond of Paddy the Beaver deep in the Green Forest. He had just seen Mr. and Mrs. Quack start toward the Big River for a brief visit before leaving on their long, difficult journey to the faraway Southland. Farewells are always rather sad, and this particular farewell had left Peter with a lump in his throatâ âa queer, choky feeling.
âIf I were sure that they would return next spring, it wouldnât be so bad,â he muttered. âItâs those terrible guns. I know what it is to have to watch out for them. Farmer Brownâs boy used to hunt me with one of them, but he doesnât any more. But even when he did hunt me it wasnât anything like what the Ducks have to go through. If I kept my eyes and ears open, I could tell when a hunter was coming and could hide in a hole if I wanted to. I never had to worry about my meals. But with the Ducks it is a thousand times worse. Theyâve got to eat while making that long journey, and they can eat only where there is the right kind of food. Hunters with terrible guns know where those places are and hide there until the Ducks come, and the Ducks have no way of knowing whether the hunters are waiting for them or not. That isnât hunting. Itâsâ âitâsâ ââ
âWell, what is it? What are you talking to yourself about, Peter Rabbit?â
Peter looked up with a start to find the soft, beautiful eyes of Lightfoot the Deer gazing down at him over the top of a little hemlock tree.
âItâs awful,â declared Peter. âItâs worse than unfair. It doesnât give them any chance at all.â
âI suppose it must be so if you say so,â replied Lightfoot, âbut you might tell me what all this awfulness is about.â
Peter grinned. Then he began at the beginning and told Lightfoot all about Mr. and Mrs. Quack and the many dangers they must face on their long journey to the faraway Southland and back again in the spring, all because of the heartless hunters with terrible guns. Lightfoot listened and his great soft eyes were filled with pity for the Quack family.
âI hope they will get through all right,â said he, âand I hope they will get back in the spring. It is bad enough to be hunted by men at one time of the year, as no one knows better than I do, but to be hunted in the spring as well as in the fall is more than twice as bad. Men are strange creatures. I do not understand them at all. None of the people of the Green Forest would think of doing such terrible things. I suppose it is quite right to hunt others in order to get enough to eat, though I am thankful to say that I never have had to do that, but to hunt others just for the fun of hunting is something I cannot understand at all. And yet that is what men seem to do it for. I guess the trouble is they never have been hunted themselves and donât know how it feels. Sometimes I think Iâll hunt one some day just to teach him a lesson. What are you laughing at, Peter?â
âAt the idea of you hunting a man,â replied Peter. âYour heart is all right, Lightfoot, but you are too timid and gentle to frighten anyone. Big as you are I wouldnât fear you.â
With a single swift bound Lightfoot sprang out in front of Peter. He stamped his sharp hoofs, lowered his handsome head until the sharp points of his antlers, which people call horns, pointed straight at Peter, lifted the hair along the back of his neck, and made a motion as if to plunge at him. His eyes, which Peter had always thought so soft and gentle, seemed to flash fire.
âOh!â cried Peter in a faint, frightened-sounding voice and leaped to one side before it entered his foolish little head that Lightfoot was just pretending.
Lightfoot chuckled. âDid you say I couldnât frighten anyone?â he demanded.
âIâ âI didnât know you could look so terribly fierce,â stammered Peter. âThose antlers look really dangerous when you point them that way. Whyâ âwhyâ âwhat is that hanging to them? It looks like bits of old fur. Have you been tearing somebodyâs coat, Lightfoot?â Peterâs eyes were wide with wonder and suspicion.
II Lightfootâs New AntlersPeter Rabbit was puzzled. He stared at Lightfoot the Deer a wee bit suspiciously. âHave you been tearing somebodyâs coat?â he asked again. He didnât like to think it of Lightfoot, whom he always had believed quite as gentle, harmless, and timid as himself. But what else could he think?
Lightfoot slowly shook his head. âNo,â said he, âI havenât torn anybodyâs coat.â
âThen what are those rags hanging on your antlers?â demanded Peter.
Lightfoot chuckled. âThey
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