And he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work.
Outside, Peter sat down to rest. He was out of breath and trembling with fright. And he still didn't have any idea which way to go. Also, he was very damp from sitting in that can. His fur was matted, and he was cold.
He sat for a while, then he began to wander about, going hop-hop-hop. He didn't go very fast, and he looked all around to see where he was. He found a door in a wall, but it was locked. There was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the woods.
