Evening Star Newspaper, November 11, 1929, Page 31

THE _EVENING Our {Secret Ambition. BEDTIME STORIE Peter Travels on Three Legs. What we can do we never know Until our best were forced to show —Peter Rabbit. Of one thing Peter Rabbit was cer- tain, and that was that the sooner he got away from that bramble tangle the better. He knew now that Reddy Fox knew where he was and he suspected that Reddy Fox also knew that he had been hurt. So he felt sure that Reddy would return, in the hope of catching him outside that bramble tangle. Hardly were Reddy and Mrs. Reddy out of sight on their way home when Peter left his hiding place and made his way to another bramble tangle. There he rested a_ while, then once more moved on. So he continued to make his way from one bramble tangle to another, hopping along on three legs and all the time keeping the sharpest watch for danger. Now, as he hopped along he hopped slowly. He held that left forefoot off the ground. “My goodness,” thought Peter, “if ever I should have to run for my life, I wouldn’t have any chance at all on three legs! No, sir, I wouldn't have any chance at all on three legs. Why, anybody could catch me. How- ever shall I get over to the dear Old Briar-patch? If any of my enemies should discover me crossing the Green Meadows to the dear Old Briar-patch I wouldn't have a chance.” At last Peter reached the edge of the Old Pasture. He had stopped to eat a little, although he didn't have much appetite. That bramble tangle was a very good bramble tangle. It was a big one and it was a thick one. In it Peter felt quite safe. He could stay there some time if he had to, for there was enough to eat in there, such as it was. “T'll stay here until this leg is well,” thought- Peter. So he made himself as comfortable as he could and prepared to stay as long as neces- sary. ‘There was one thing, however, that Peter hadn’t considered. From the edge of the bramble tangle he could look across the Green Meadows to the .—By Gaar Williams BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. dear Old Briar-patch. Just looking made him homesick. Yes, sir, it did so. The more he looked the more homesick he grew. There is no place like home | when one is feeling bad, and Peter | Rabbit was feeling bad. He stood it | just as long as he could. Then, just |at daybreak the next morning, Peter decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He looked in every direction to see that the way was clear. He couldn't see far, for it was still dusk. He knew that if he waited until full daylight it would be more dangerous than it was now. So Peter decided to venture. He hopped out from the bramble tangle and started across the Green Meadows. He went on three legs. Once he tried putting that hurt foot down, but he didn't try it again. That leg was too sore and lame to be used. So he limped along and hoped with all his might that he would not be seen by any of his enemies. Peter was halfway to the dear Old Briar-patch when he heard a sound that made his forget all about how bad he felt. It was a_ scream. It was the scream of a Hawk. Peter didn't even look to see where that Hawk might be. He knows all about the wonderful eyesight of all members of the Hawk family and he knew that if that Hawk had not already seen him, it would be only a short time before those wonderful eyes did find him. So Peter started for the dear Old Briar- patch, and to see him go you would never have guessed that only a moment befor> he had been limping along. It was lucky that Peter started when he did. The sharp eyes of that Hawk did see Peter, and the big bird shot down after him. Peter, rolling his eyes back, saw the Hawk coming, and he ran faster than ever. As he darted in the dear Old Briar-patch there was a hiss of air through stout wing feathers close behind him and with a scream of disappointment the Hawk went on its way. 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