Peter Sees Two Terrible Feathered Hunters 



day he discovered that Terror had come down from 

 the Far North, and was likely to stay for the rest 

 of the winter. Peter went hungry all the rest of 

 that day. 



You see it was this way: Peter had gone over 

 to the Green Forest very early that morning in 

 the hope of getting breakfast in a certain swamp. 

 He was hopping along, lipperty-lipperty-lip, with 

 his thoughts chiefly on that breakfast he hoped to 

 get, but at the same time with ears and eyes alert 

 for possible danger, when a strange feeling swept 

 over him. It was a feeling that great danger 

 was very near, though he saw nothing and heard 

 nothing to indicate it. It was just a feeling, that 

 was all. 



Now Peter has learned that the wise thing to do 

 when one has such a feeling as that is to seek safety 

 first and investigate afterwards. At the instant 

 he felt that strange feeling of fear he was passing a 

 certain big, hollow log. Without really knowing 

 why he did it, because, you know, he didn't stop 

 to do any thinking, he dived into that hollow log, 

 and even as he did so there was the sharp swish of 

 great wings. Terror the Goshawk had missed 

 catching Peter by the fraction of a second. 



With his heart thumping as if it were trying to 

 pound its way through his ribs, Peter peeped out of 

 that hollow log. Terror had alighted on a tall 

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