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o Peter. It didn't. If something alive had moved those leaves, that something was too small for Peter to fear it. Probably it was a worm or a bug. It might have been a beetle. That looked like a

nd just then. Dead leaves don't turn over of th

morning to make him stare so?"

nder that log over there. Those dead leaves along the side of it have a way of

and sniffed. At the same time Peter thought he saw something dart in at the hollow end of that log. It might have been a shadow, but Peter had a feeling that it wasn't. Jimmy Sku

ny, clever

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almost carry him away. I declare to goodness, I don't see how any one so small manages to live! Danny Meadow Mouse and Whitefoot the Wood Mouse are small enough, but

ny Weeny very we

him only a few times and then ha

und here where you come and

Jimmy grinned. "I don't see but what you've answered yourself," he chuckled. "It's because he is so sma

't enough of him to mak

good, and that no one who is at all particular about his food will touch one. I am told that Hooty the Owl hunts Teeny We

help it. The idea of Jimmy Skunk be

ing at?" demanded J

d enough to make any difference," replied Peter

d his great-great-great-ever-so-great-grandfather, the first Shrew, you know, who was also called Teeny Ween

t's a story, and you've just go

se," grin

replied Peter. "If that isn't enou

o very much of a story," returned Jimmy, scratching

ouldn't then and can't now bear to be wasteful, she started to make something. First she started to make it into a very tiny mouse. Then she changed her mind and started to make it into a tiny mole. Finally she changed

t big enough to be recognized as such? That's the way he felt about it for a while. It hurt his feelings to have old King Bear say, after just missing him with his great foot. 'I beg your

unhappy because he was so small. He ate and ate and ate, hoping that this would make him grow bigger. But it didn't. He remained as small as ever, the smallest of all the four-footed people. And his temper didn

Teeny Weeny was in a regular panic of fear. He felt that because he was so small he hadn't any chance at all. But after a while he made a discovery, a most amazing discovery. It quite took his breath away when he first realized it. It was that beca

ty, and on these he lived. One day he saw Old Mother Nature, and she looked worried. She was worried. It was in the very middle of the hard times and wherever she went, the little people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows crowded about her to complain and ask

He was quite honest. He told her how he had felt, and how he had said bitter things, and how sorry he was now that he understood how well off he was. Then he th

ardship, and because you have been grateful instead of complaining, I herewith give you this musky odor, which will be distasteful to e

been, and so it is, and that