style="font-size:15px;"> “The only thing I can do is to get as far away from everybody as I can,” thought he. “I guess I’ll have to go up to the Old Pasture to live for a while.”
So he started for the Old Pasture, keeping as much out of sight as possible. On the way he remembered that Old Man Coyote lived there. Of course it would never do to go near Old Man Coyote’s home for if he smelled that awful perfume and discovered that he, Reddy, was the cause of it he would certainly drive him out of the Old Pasture and then where could he go? So Reddy went to the loneliest part of the Old Pasture and crept into an old house that he and Granny had dug there long ago when they had been forced to live in the Old Pasture in the days when Farmer Brown’s boy and Bowser the Hound had hunted them for stealing chickens. There he stretched himself out and was perfectly miserable.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if I had really been to blame, but I wasn’t. I didn’t know Jimmy Skunk was in that barrel and I didn’t mean to start it rolling down the hill anyway,” he muttered. “It was all an accident and—” He stopped and into his yellow eyes crept a look of suspicion. “I wonder,” said he slowly, “if Peter Rabbit knew that Jimmy Skunk was there and planned to get me into all this trouble. I wonder.”
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