<div><h1 id='ch12'>CHAPTER XII<br/> <span class='sub-head'>PETER RABBIT FINDS A QUEER TRAIL</span></h1></div>
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<p class='line0'>Who seeks shall learn</p>
<p class='line0'>And knowledge earn.</p>
<p class='line0'>      <span class='it'>Little Joe Otter.</span></p>
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<p class='pindent'><span class='sc'>Summer</span> had passed and winter
had brought the first snow. Peter
Rabbit likes snow. That is, he
likes it if there isn’t too much of it.
Sometimes, when it is very deep,
Peter has a hard time getting
enough to eat. But when it isn’t
too deep he likes it. You see,
Peter is full of curiosity, and when
there is snow on the ground and it
isn’t crusted over, he is able to
learn many things about his neighbors.
All he has to do is to follow
their tracks to find out where
they have been and what they
have been doing.</p>
<p class='pindent'>So with the coming of the first
snow Peter hurried over to the
Green Forest, and as soon as he
got there he began to look for
tracks. The first he found were
the dainty little footprints of
Whitefoot the Wood Mouse.
They were almost as dainty as the
tracks of birds. He followed them
until they were joined by bigger
tracks. Then Peter stopped. He
suddenly lost interest. You see,
those bigger tracks he recognized
right away. They were the footprints
of Reddy Fox. Peter
decided that this was no place for
him, for he knew that those footprints
were made only a very short
time before.</p>
<p class='pindent'>So away went Peter in quite
another direction. Presently he
found footprints very like his own,
only very much bigger. They
were the footprints of his cousin,
Jumper the Hare. “I haven’t
seen Cousin Jumper for a long
time, so I guess I’ll see if I can
catch up with him,” thought
Peter.</p>
<p class='pindent'>He hurried, lipperty-lipperty-lip,
following the trail of Jumper. It
wound this way and that between
the trees, and crossed and recrossed.
Gradually it led towards
the Laughing Brook. Suddenly
Peter sat up and stared round-eyed
at another trail that crossed the
trail of Jumper. It was a queer
trail. It was the queerest trail
Peter ever had seen. There were
footprints, but they were queer
footprints. They were quite
round, and following straight along
with them was a little furrow in
the snow. Peter guessed right
away that this was made by a
tail. That would mean that the
maker of the tracks had short legs.</p>
<p class='pindent'>Right away Peter forgot all
about his cousin, Jumper the
Hare. He was all curiosity to find
out who had made this queer trail.
He turned and followed it.
Presently he came to where there
was a gentle slope. There the
footprints ended, but there was a
long furrow clear down to the
bottom of the slope. It was as if
something had been pushed or
dragged down the slope through
the snow.</p>
<p class='pindent'>Peter hurried on. At the bottom
of the slope he found the footprints
again. He noticed that this
trail always followed the easiest
way. It never led over logs or
stumps, but always around them.
By and by he came to another of
those long furrows in the snow.
He stopped to study it. He
scratched a long ear with a long
hind foot. He scratched the other
long ear with the other long hind
foot. He was puzzled. He was
very much puzzled. He didn’t
know what to make of this long
furrow without any footprints.</p>
<p class='pindent'>“The only way to find out,” he
decided, “is to catch up with the
one who has made this trail.” So
he hurried on, lipperty-lipperty-lip.
And so at last he came to the top
of a steep bank at the bottom of
which ran the Laughing Brook.
Beginning at the top of this bank
was another one of those queer
furrows. It ended down below at
the edge of the water. Peter
looked across the Laughing Brook.
He could see no trail on the other
side. He looked everywhere, but
could see no signs of that trail. It
simply ended right there at the
Laughing Brook.</p>
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