not very fast and looking all around.

He found a door in a wall; but it was locked and there was no room
for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.

An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying
peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to
the gate but she had such a large pea in her mouth she could not
answer. She only shook her head at him.

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Peter began to cry.

Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he
became more and more puzzled. Presently he came to a pond where Mr.
McGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat was staring at some
gold-fish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her
tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away
without speaking to her.

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He had heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.

He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him,
he heard the noise of a hoe--scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch.

Peter scuttered underneath the bushes, but presently as nothing
happened, he came out and