It is hard to believe what seems impossible. And yet what seems
impossible to you may be a very commonplace matter to some one
else. So it does not do to say that a thing cannot be possible
just because you cannot understand how it can be. Peter Rabbit
wanted to believe what Lightfoot the Deer had just told him, but
somehow he couldn't. If he had seen those antlers growing, it
would have been another matter. But he hadn't seen Lightfoot
since the very last of winter, and then Lightfoot had worn just
such handsome antlers as he now had. So Peter really couldn't be
blamed for not being able to believe that those old ones had been
lost and in their place new ones had grown in just the few months
of spring and summer.

But Peter didn't blame Lightfoot in the least, because he had
told Peter that he didn't like to tell things to people who
wouldn't believe what he told them when Peter had asked him about
the rags hanging to his antlers. "I'm trying to believe it," he
said, quite humbly.

"It's all true," broke in another voice.

Peter jumped and turned to find his big cousin, Jumper the
Hare. Unseen and unheard, he had stolen up and had overheard what
Peter and Lightfoot had said.

"How do you know it is true?" snapped Peter a little crossly, for
Jumper had startled him.

"Because I saw Lightfoot's old antlers after they had fallen off,