I believe I will go hunt up Old Mr. Toad and see if I can find out anything more . '' Off started Peter , lipperty-lipperty-lip . He did n't know just where to go , now that Old Mr. Toad had left the Smiling Pool , but he had an idea that he would not be far from their meeting place of the day before , when Old Mr. Toad had explained about his wonderful tongue . But when he got there , Peter found no trace of Old Mr. Toad . You see , it had rained the day before , and that is just the kind of weather that a Toad likes best for traveling . Peter ought to have thought of that , but he did n't . He hunted for awhile and finally gave it up and started up the Crooked Little Path with the idea of running over for a call on Johnny Chuck in the Old Orchard . Jolly , round , bright Mr. Sun was shining his brightest , and Peter soon forgot all about Old Mr. Toad . He scampered along up the Crooked Little Path , thinking of nothing in particular but how good it was to be alive , and occasionally kicking up his heels for pure joy . He had just done this when his ears caught the sound of a queer noise a little to one side of the Crooked Little Path . Instantly Peter stopped and sat up to listen . There it was again , and it seemed to come from under an old piece of board . It was just a little , rustling sound , hardly to be heard . `` There 's some one under that old board , '' thought Peter , and peeped under . All he could see was that there was something moving . Instantly Peter was all curiosity . Whoever was there was not very big . He was sure of that . Of course that meant that he had nothing to fear . So what do you think Peter did ?
Why , he just pulled that old XXXXX over .
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