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Updated: May 18, 2025
Being by this some weeks away from Cape Town, we sent our wash ashore; a resort of desperation. It came back clean enough, but for ironing well; and as to starch, much in the predicament of Boatswain Chuck's frilled shirts after the gale, upon which, while flying in the breeze, he looked with a degree of professional philosophy that could express itself only by thrashing the cooper.
Halfway down to Johnny Chuck's house, Peter Rabbit almost ran plump into Bobby Coon and Jimmy Skunk, who had been quarreling and were calling each other names. They stopped when they saw Peter Rabbit. "Peter Rabbit runs away From his shadder, so they say. Peter, Peter, what a sight! Tell us why this sudden fright," shouted Bobby Coon. Peter Rabbit stopped short.
There he was, down in the bedroom of Johnny Chuck's old house, smarting and aching all over from the sharp little lances of the Yellow Jackets who had driven him down there before he had had a chance to see what happened to Reddy Fox. That was bad enough, but what troubled Peter more was the thought that he couldn't get out without once again facing those hot-tempered Yellow Jackets.
He would try once more. "Oh, you Peter Rabbit!" he shouted in such a high-pitched voice that it was almost a squeal. "What you want?" asked a sleepy voice from the middle of the Old Briar-patch. Johnny Chuck's face lighted up. "Come out here, Peter, where I can look at you," cried Johnny. "Go away, Johnny Chuck!
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 could while he could, and then he would go down into his bedroom and sleep just as long as he could! "So day after day he spent stuffing himself, and his neighbors called him Mr. Greedy. But he didn't mind that.
Peter wished with all his might that he had known about their home in Johnny Chuck's old house before ever he thought of hiding there. But wishes of that kind are about the most useless things in the world. They wouldn't help him now.
She fell back limply, and Chuck gained the street. Phyllis took her foot out of the door and closed it gently on the limp figure. "Give him to me," she begged, as she caught up with Chuck. "He's too heavy, but look at him all you want to; it's really Don, Phyllis, and you found him." Tears were running down Chuck's face, but he didn't even know it.
There was no sign of fear in Johnny Chuck then, not the least little bit. Just in front of him the dog stopped and barked. He was a little dog, a young and foolish dog, and he was terribly excited. He barked until he almost lost his breath. He didn't like the looks of Johnny Chuck's sharp teeth. So he circled around Johnny, trying to get behind him.
Usually they lost Cora and Scotty without having been conscious of their loss. Their talk? The girls and boys that each knew; the day's happenings at factory and express office; next Wednesday night's dance up in the Chute; and always the possibility of Chuck's leaving the truck and assuming the managership of the office. "Don't let this go any further, see?
And the next day Johnny Chuck started to make a new home. Where? Oh, that's Johnny Chuck's secret. And no one but jolly, round, red Mr. Sun has found it out yet. Johnny Chuck sat on the doorstep of his new home, looking away across the Green Meadows. Johnny Chuck felt very well satisfied with himself and with all the world.
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