<h2>XI</h2>
<h3>HOW IT HAPPENS JOHNNY CHUCK SLEEPS ALL WINTER</h3>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</SPAN></span></p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2><SPAN name="XI" id="XI"></SPAN>XI</h2><span class="totoc"><SPAN href="#toc">Toc</SPAN></span>
<h3>HOW IT HAPPENS JOHNNY CHUCK SLEEPS ALL WINTER</h3>
<p>Peter Rabbit was bothered.
He was bothered in his mind,
and when Peter is bothered in
his mind, he loses his appetite. It was
so now. He had been up in the Old
Orchard and, as is his way, had stopped
at Johnny Chuck's for a bit of gossip.
As he sat there talking, it suddenly
came over him that Johnny was looking
unusually fat. He said so. Johnny
yawned in a very sleepy way as he replied:</p>
<p>"One has to get fat in order to sleep
comfortably all winter. I've got to get
fatter than I am now before I turn in."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</SPAN></span>
And with that, Johnny Chuck fell to
eating as if his sides were falling in
instead of threatening to burst, and
Peter could get no more from him.</p>
<p>So he went home to think it over, and
the more he thought, the more troubled
he became. How could anybody sleep
all winter? And what good did just
getting fat do? Johnny Chuck couldn't
eat his own fat, so what was the use of
it? "Must be it's to keep him warm,"
thought Peter and brightened up. But
why wasn't a good thick coat of fur
just as good or even better? He didn't
have any trouble keeping warm.
Neither did Billy Mink or Little Joe
Otter or Reddy Fox. No, it couldn't
be that Johnny Chuck put on all that
fat just to keep warm. Besides, he
would spend the winter way down deep
in the ground, and there was no excuse
for being cold there.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I couldn't sleep all winter if I
wanted to, and I wouldn't if I could,
for there is too much fun to miss," muttered
Peter, as he started for the Smiling
Pool in search of Grandfather
Frog. He found him sitting on his big
lily-pad, but somehow Grandfather
Frog didn't look as chipper and smart
as usual. "He certainly is growing
old," thought Peter. "He isn't as
spry as he used to be. Seems as if he
had grown old in the last two or three
weeks. Too bad, too bad."</p>
<p>Aloud, Peter said: "Why, Grandfather
Frog, how well you are looking!
You are enough to make us young fellows
envious."</p>
<p>Grandfather Frog looked at Peter
sharply. Perhaps he read the truth in
Peter's eyes. "Chug-a-rum!" said he.
"Be honest, Peter. Be honest. Don't
try to flatter, because it is a bad habit<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</SPAN></span>
to get into. I know how I look. I look
old and tired. Now isn't that so?"</p>
<p>Peter looked a little shamefaced.
He didn't know just what to say, so he
said nothing and just nodded his head.</p>
<p>"That's better," said Grandfather
Frog gruffly. "Always tell the truth.
The fact is I <i>am</i> tired. I am so tired
that I'm going to sleep for the winter,
and I'm going to do it this very day."</p>
<p>"Oh, Grandfather Frog," (Peter
had found his tongue), "please tell me
something before you go. I can understand
how you may want to sleep all
winter because you have no nice fur
coat to keep you warm, but why does
Johnny Chuck do it, and how does he
do it? Why doesn't he starve to
death?"</p>
<p>Grandfather Frog had to smile at the
eager curiosity in Peter's voice. "I
see you are just as full of questions as<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</SPAN></span>
ever, Peter," said he. "I suppose I
may as well tell you one more story,
because it will be a long time before you
will get another from me. Johnny
Chuck sleeps all winter because he is
sensible, and he is sensible because it
runs in the family to be sensible. His
great-great-ever-so-great-grandfather
was sensible. It's a very good
thing to have good sound common sense
run in the family, Peter."</p>
<p>Once more Peter nodded his head.
Jerry Muskrat, who was sitting on the
Big Rock, listening, winked at Peter,
and Peter winked back. Then he made
himself comfortable and prepared not
to miss a word of Grandfather Frog's
story.</p>
<p>"You must know, Peter, that a long
time ago when the world was young,
there was a time when there was no
winter," began Grandfather Frog.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</SPAN></span>
"That was before the hard times of
which I have told you before. Everybody
had plenty to eat, and everybody
was on the best of terms with all his
neighbors. Then came the hard times,
and the beginning of the hard times
was the coming of rough Brother North
Wind and Jack Frost. Their coming
made the first winter. It wasn't a very
long or a very hard winter, but it was
long enough and hard enough to make
a great deal of discomfort, particularly
for those little people who lived altogether
on tender young green plants.
Yes, Sir, it certainly was hard on them.
Some of them nearly starved to death
that first winter, short as it was. Old
Mr. Chuck, who, of course, wasn't old
then, was one of them. By the time the
tender, young, green things began to
grow again, he was just a shadow of
what he used to be. He was so thin<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</SPAN></span>
that sometimes he used to listen to see
if he couldn't hear his bones rattle inside
his skin.</p>
<p>"Of course he couldn't, but he was
quite sure that when the wind blew, it
went right through him. At last warm
weather returned, just as it does now
every summer, and once more there was
plenty to eat. Some of the little people
seemed to forget all about the hard
times of the cold weather, but not Mr.
Chuck. He had been too cold and too
hungry to ever forget. Of course, with
plenty to eat, he soon grew fat and comfortable
again, but all the time he kept
thinking about the terrible visit of
rough Brother North Wind and Jack
Frost and wondering if they would
come again. He talked about it with
his neighbors but most of them laughed
and told him that he was borrowing
trouble, and that they didn't believe<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</SPAN></span>
that Brother North Wind and Jack
Frost ever would come again.</p>
<p>"So after a while Mr. Chuck kept his
thoughts to himself and went about his
business as usual. But all the time he
was turning over and over in his mind
the possibility of another period of
cold and starvation and trying to think
of some way to prepare for it. He
didn't once think of going to Old
Mother Nature and begging her to take
care of him, for he was very independent,
was Mr. Chuck, and believed that
those are best helped who help themselves.
So he kept studying and studying
how he could live through another
cold spell, if it should come.</p>
<p>"'I haven't got as thick a fur coat
as Mr. Mink or Mr. Otter or Mr. Squirrel
or some others, and I can't run
around as fast as they can, so of course
I can't keep as warm,' said he to him<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</SPAN></span>self,
as he sat taking a sun-bath one
day. 'I must find some other way of
keeping warm. Now I don't believe
the cold can get very deep down in the
ground, so if I build me a house way
down deep in the ground, it always will
be comfortable. Anyway, it never will
be very cold. I believe that is a good
idea. I'll try it at once.'</p>
<p>"So without wasting any time, Mr.
Chuck began to dig. He dug and he dug
and he dug. When his neighbors grew
curious and asked questions, he smiled
good-naturedly and said that he was
trying an experiment. When he had
made a long hall which went down so
deep that he was quite sure that Jack
Frost could not get down there, he
made a bedroom and put in it a bed of
soft grass. When it was finished, he
was so pleased with it that he retired
to it every night as soon as the sun went<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</SPAN></span>
down and didn't come out again until
morning.</p>
<p>"'Anyway, I won't freeze to death,'
said he. Then he sighed as he remembered
how hungry, how terribly hungry
he had been. 'Now if only I can think
of some way to get food enough to carry
me through, I'll be all right.'</p>
<p>"At first he thought of storing up
food, but when he tried that, he soon
found that the tender green things on
which he lived wouldn't keep. They
shriveled and dried, so that he couldn't
eat them at all. He was still trying to
think of some plan when Old Mother
Nature sent warning that rough
Brother North Wind and Jack Frost
were coming again. Mr. Chuck's heart
sank. He thought of how soon all the
tender green things would disappear.
Right then an idea was born in Mr.
Chuck's head. He would eat all he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</SPAN></span>
could while he could, and then he would
go down into his bedroom and sleep
just as long as he could!</p>
<p>"So day after day he spent stuffing
himself, and his neighbors called him
Mr. Greedy. But he didn't mind that.
He kept right on eating, and of course
he grew fatter and fatter, so that at last
he was so fat he could hardly get about.
The days grew cooler and cooler, and
then Mr. Chuck noticed that because he
was so fat, he didn't feel the cold as he
had before. There came a morning at
last when Mr. Chuck stuck his nose out
to find Jack Frost waiting to pinch it.
All the tender green things were black
and dead. Back to his bed scrambled
Mr. Chuck and curled up to sleep just
as long as he could. He made up his
mind that he wouldn't worry until he
had to. He had done his best, and that
was all he could do.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"When Old Mother Nature came to
see how the little people were faring,
she missed Mr. Chuck. She asked his
neighbors what had become of him, but
no one knew. At length she came to
his house and looking inside found him
fast asleep. She saw right away what
he had done and how fat he had grown.
She knew without being told what it
all meant, and the idea amused her.
Instead of wakening him, as she had at
first intended to do, she touched Mr.
Chuck and put him into a deeper sleep,
saying:</p>
<span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">"'You shall sleep, Mr. Chuck,<br/></span>
<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Through the time of frost and snow.<br/></span>
<span style="margin-left: 14.7em;">For your courage and your pluck<br/></span>
<span style="margin-left: 14.7em;">You shall no discomfort know.'<br/></span>
<p>"And so Mr. Chuck slept on until the
tender young green things began once
more to grow. The cold could not reach
him, and the fat he had stored under his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</SPAN></span>
skin took the place of food. When he
awoke in the spring, he knew nothing
of the hard times his neighbors were
talking about. And ever since then the
Chuck family has slept through the
winter, because it is the most comfortable
and sensible thing to do. I know,
because I have done the same thing for
years. Good-by, Peter Rabbit! No
more stories until spring."</p>
<p>Before Peter could say a word, there
was a splash in the Smiling Pool, and
Grandfather Frog was nowhere to be
seen.</p>
<p>"I—I don't see how they do it," said
Peter, shaking his head in a puzzled
way as he slowly hopped towards the
dear Old Briar-patch.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</SPAN></span></p>
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