PETER RABBIT FINDS A QUEER TRAIL
Who seeks shall learn
And knowledge earn.
_Little Joe Otter._
Summer had passed and winter had brought the first snow. Peter Rabbit
likes snow. That is, he likes it if there isn’t too much of it.
Sometimes, when it is very deep, Peter has a hard time getting enough to
eat. But when it isn’t too deep he likes it. You see, Peter is full of
curiosity, and when there is snow on the ground and it isn’t crusted
over, he is able to learn many things about his neighbors. All he has to
do is to follow their tracks to find out where they have been and what
they have been doing.
So with the coming of the first snow Peter hurried over to the Green
Forest, and as soon as he got there he began to look for tracks. The
first he found were the dainty little footprints of Whitefoot the Wood
Mouse. They were almost as dainty as the tracks of birds. He followed
them until they were joined by bigger tracks. Then Peter stopped. He
suddenly lost interest. You see, those bigger tracks he recognized right
away. They were the footprints of Reddy Fox. Peter decided that this was
no place for him, for he knew that those footprints were made only a
very short time before.
So away went Peter in quite another direction. Presently he found
footprints very like his own, only very much bigger. They were the
footprints of his cousin, Jumper the Hare. “I haven’t seen Cousin Jumper
for a long time, so I guess I’ll see if I can catch up with him,”
thought Peter.
He hurried, lipperty-lipperty-lip, following the trail of Jumper. It
wound this way and that between the trees, and crossed and recrossed.
Gradually it led towards the Laughing Brook. Suddenly Peter sat up and
stared round-eyed at another trail that crossed the trail of Jumper. It
was a queer trail. It was the queerest trail Peter ever had seen. There
were footprints, but they were queer footprints. They were quite round,
and following straight along with them was a little furrow in the snow.
Peter guessed right away that this was made by a tail. That would mean
that the maker of the tracks had short legs.
Right away Peter forgot all about his cousin, Jumper the Hare. He was
all curiosity to find out who had made this queer trail. He turned and
followed it. Presently he came to where there was a gentle slope. There
the footprints ended, but there was a long furrow clear down to the
bottom of the slope. It was as if something had been pushed or dragged
down the slope through the snow.
Peter hurried on. At the bottom of the slope he found the footprints
again. He noticed that this trail always followed the easiest way. It
never led over logs or stumps, but always around them. By and by he came
to another of those long furrows in the snow. He stopped to study it. He
scratched a long ear with a long hind foot. He scratched the other long
ear with the other long hind foot. He was puzzled. He was very much
puzzled. He didn’t know what to make of this long furrow without any
footprints.
“The only way to find out,” he decided, “is to catch up with the one who
has made this trail.” So he hurried on, lipperty-lipperty-lip. And so at
last he came to the top of a steep bank at the bottom of which ran the
Laughing Brook. Beginning at the top of this bank was another one of
those queer furrows. It ended down below at the edge of the water. Peter
looked across the Laughing Brook. He could see no trail on the other
side. He looked everywhere, but could see no signs of that trail. It
simply ended right there at the Laughing Brook.