"Oh?" replied Peter, "you must mean the voice of my friend. Old Man
Coyote. He came up here last night just to do me a good turn because I
once did him a good turn."

Then he told all about how Old Man Coyote had come to the Green Meadows
to live, and how he was smarter than even old Granny Fox, but he didn't
tell her how he himself had once been frightened almost out of a year's
growth by that terrible voice, or that it was because he hadn't really
believed that Old Man Coyote was his friend that had led him to leave
the Old Briar-patch and come up to the Old Pasture.

"Is--is he fond of Rabbits?" asked little Miss Fuzzytail.

Peter was quite sure that he was.

"And do you think he'll come up here hunting again?" she asked.

Peter didn't know, but he suspected that he would.

"Oh, dear," wailed little Miss Fuzzytail. "Now, I never, never will feel
safe again!"

Then Peter had a happy thought. "I tell you what," said he, "the safest
place in the world for you and me is my dear Old Briar-patch, Won't you
go there now?"

Little Miss Fuzzytail sighed and dropped a tear or two. Then she nestled
up close to Peter. "Yes," she whispered.