for either Granny or Reddy Fox, and usually he did. But the night he
started to make a journey to the Old Pasture, his mind was so full of
Old Man Coyote and Granny and Reddy Fox that he wholly forgot Hooty the
Owl. So, as he scampered across the Green Meadows, lipperty--lipperty--
lip, as fast as he could go, with his long ears and his big eyes and his
wobbly nose all watching out for danger on the ground, not once did he
think that there might be danger from the sky above him.

It was a moonlight night, and Peter was sharp enough to keep in the
shadows whenever he could. He would scamper as fast as he knew how from
one shadow to another and then sit down in the blackest part of each
shadow to get his breath, and to look and listen and so make sure that
no one was following him. The nearer he got to the Old Pasture, the
safer he felt from Old Man Coyote and Granny and Reddy Fox. When he
scampered across the patches of moonshine his heart didn't come up in
his mouth the way it had at first. He grew bolder and bolder. Once or
twice he stopped for a mouthful of sweet clover. He was tired, for he
had come a long way, but he was almost to the Old Pasture now, and it
looked very dark and safe, for it was covered with bushes and brambles.

"Plenty of hiding places there," thought Peter. "It really looks as safe
as the dear Old Briar-patch. No one will ever think to look for me way
off here."

Just then he spied a patch of sweet clover out in the moonlight. His
mouth began to water. "I'll just fill my stomach before I go into the
Old Pasture, for there may not be any clover there," said Peter.

"You'd better be careful, Peter Rabbit," said a wee warning voice inside
him.