CHAPTER II : Lightfoot's New Antlers

Peter Rabbit was puzzled. He stared at Lightfoot the Deer a wee
bit suspiciously. "Have you been tearing somebody's coat?" he
asked again. He didn't like to think it of Lightfoot, whom he
always had believed quite as gentle, harmless, and timid as
himself. But what else could he think?

Lightfoot slowly shook his head. "No," said he, "I haven't torn
anybody's coat."

"Then what are those rags hanging on your antlers?" demanded
Peter.

Lightfoot chuckled. "They are what is left of the coverings of my
new antlers," he explained.

"What's that? What do you mean by new antlers?" Peter was sitting
up very straight, with his eyes fixed on Lightfoot's antlers as
though he never had seen them before.

"Just what I said," retorted Lightfoot. "What do you think of
them? I think they are the finest antlers I've ever had. When I
get the rest of those rags off, they will be as handsome a set as
ever was grown in the Green Forest."

Lightfoot rubbed his antlers against the trunk of a tree till