Evening Star Newspaper, April 11, 1929, Page 41

|- loy ¥ GosH You .1 Por -] K AN® WONT HEAR A3 devalop ‘N NOYE AN EXCITEMENT ROOM, OF JIMMONS CIGAR %4 Is a 5w ; ? ) EVENING ! CK AROUND HERE == “OII " Ab YOUD GET M TH' BACK Shot’ 'B!%«BELIAsLe | - CAND'WE WiLL BE GLAD. IGNIFIED =, For ‘You 7o HANDLE GUR FOREIGA BUSINESS BECAUSE WE FIAD YOUR METHODS BEDTIME STORIE Lightfoot Guards His Antlers. To every one it should be blain The price of heedlessness is pain. —Lightfoot the Deer. Peter Rabbit continued to visit Light- foot the Deer, for Peter was very much interested in those new antlers growing on the head of Lightfoot. It was aston- ishing how fast they grew. It some- times seemed to Peter as if he could almost see them grow. It interested him to see the very great care that Lightfoot took of them. #HE DID WHAT?” INQUIRED SAM- MY JAY, ALIGHTING IN A TREE | alig NEAR PETER. “I don't see,” said Peter, “how you manage to get around through the woods without injuring those antlers. | you say they are soft and tender. You must hit them every once in a while against branches.” “Why must I?” demanded Lightfoot. “I didn’t mean just that,” explained Peter. “What I meant was that you cannot get around without sometimes hitting them:” “Why not?” asked Lightfoot. “Well, I don't see how you can,” said Peter. “That’s different,” replied Lightfoot. “1f I were such @& happy-go-lucky, heedless sort of fellow as you are, very BY THORNTON W. BURGESS likely I wouldn't be able to. There is nothing like knowing how, Peter; noth- ing like knowing how.” “I guess,” said Peter, “that if you had to run very fast through thick woods or bushes those antlers of yours would get hit & good many times.” “They might,” replied Lightfoot, “but I don't think so. It is my business to see that they don’t get hit, and I have learned my_ business pretty well, if I , it you excuse me, I think I will go down to my favorite thicket and lie down for a while.” “Look out Buster Bear don’t get you,” chuckled Peter. “He won't if ml are around, I am ite sure,” replled Lightfoot, whereat r looked pleased. tfoot started off and Peter wa him go. There were some rather low branches on the trees in the direction Lightfoot had chosen. It seemed as if he certainly must hit those tender growing antlers, but he didn't. It was a sight worth seeing to watch him pass through the woods. He turned his head ever so little this way, he twisted a bit that way. He didn't pause, but kept going right on, yet never once did anything more than leaves touch those antlers. Peter just sat there and admired the clever way in which Lightfoot took care of those precious antlers. Finally Lightfoot dis- appeared in his favorite thicket. “He did it sald Peter, quite as if )u“couldn't believe what he was him- selt s aying. “He did what?” inquired Sammy Jay, ting in a tree near Peter. “Lightfoot went right down f-hml.g‘ all those young trees and bushes with- out once hitting his antlers,” explained Peter. Sammy nodded. “Of course he did,” said he. “I could have told you he would. If he hadn't he would have some badly shaped antlers. He cannot afford to take any chances with those antlers while they are growing.” "Wcll,"dnld Peter, “there is one thing gl £ hat is that?” inquired Sammy. ‘hat I'm not a Deer,” replied Peter. “That I'm not a Deer and so don't have to wear horns. They may be very nice to fight with, but they certainly are troublesome things to grow.” (Copyright, 1920.) 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