"If that's all you want to know, I can tell you," said Tommy Tit,
jumping out into the air to catch a foolish little bug who tried to fly
past. "Those eyes belong to little Miss Fuzzy-tail, and she's the
favorite daughter of Old Jed Thumper. You take my advice, Peter Rabbit,
and trot along home to the Old Briar-patch before you get into any more
trouble. There's my wife calling. Yes, my dear, I'm coming! Chickadee-
dee-dee!"
And with a wink and a nod to Peter Rabbit, off flew Tommy Tit.
CHAPTER XIII
LITTLE MISS FUZZYTAIL
Foolish questions waste time, but wise questions lead to knowledge.
Peter Rabbit.
"Little Miss Fuzzytail!" Peter said it over and over again, as he sat on
the sunning-bank in the far corner of the Old Pasture, where Tommy Tit
the Chickadee had left him.
"It's a pretty name," said Peter. "Yes, Sir, it's a pretty name. It's
the prettiest name I've ever heard. I wonder if she is just as pretty.
I--I--think she must be. Yes, I am quite sure she must be." Peter was
thinking of the soft, gentle eyes he had seen peeping at him from behind
the big fern, and of the dainty little footprint he had found there
afterward. So he sat on the sunning-bank, dreaming pleasant dreams and
wondering if he could find little Miss Fuzzytail if he should go look
for her.
Now all the time, although Peter didn't know it, little Miss Fuzzytail
was very close by. She was right back in her old hiding-place behind the
big fern, shyly peeping out at him from under a great leaf, where she
was sure he wouldn't see her.
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