His coat
is grayish-brown. His ears are of good size, but instead of being
long, are round. He has small bright eyes. His legs are short,
his hind legs being very little longer than his front ones. He
has hair on the soles of his feet just like the members of the
hare family."
"What about his tail?" piped up Peter Rabbit. You know Peter is
very much interested in tails.
Old Mother Nature smiled. "He is worse off than you, Peter," said
she, "for he hasn't any at all. That is, he hasn't any that can be
seen. He lives way up among the rocks of the great mountains above
where the trees grow and often is a very near neighbor to Whistler."
"I suppose that means that he makes his home down in under rocks,
the same as Whistler does," spoke up Johnny Chuck.
"Right," replied Old Mother Nature. "He is such a little fellow
that he can get through very narrow places, and he has his home
and barns way down in among the rocks."
"Barns!" exclaimed Happy Jack Squirrel. "Barns! What do you mean
by barns?"
Old Mother Nature laughed. "I just call them barns," said she,
"because they are the places where he stores away his hay, just as
Farmer Brown stores away his hay in his barn. I suppose you would
call them storehouses."
At the mention of hay, Peter Rabbit sat bolt upright and his eyes
were wide open with astonishment.
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