s angry. No doubt Peter
Mink thought him hard to please.

SAWING WOOD

It was really no wonder that Mrs. Rabbit did not like Peter Mink. When
you hear what happened the very first time she saw him you will
understand why Mrs. Rabbit always called him "the Pest."

One day Mrs. Rabbit heard a knock on her door. And when she went to see
who was there, she found a ragged young fellow, with his hat tipped far
over on one side. Instead of a collar, he wore a handkerchief about his
neck. But it would have taken at least a dozen handkerchiefs, tied one
above another, to cover the stranger's neck; for it was by far the
longest neck Mrs. Rabbit had ever seen.

"What do you want?" Mrs. Rabbit asked.

"Something to eat!" said the stranger.

You notice that he didn't say "Please!" That was a word that Peter Mink
had never used. Probably he didn't even know what it meant.

Now, Mrs. Rabbit saw that the stranger was very thin. She did not know
that no matter how much he ate, he would never be what you might call
_fat_. That slimness was something that ran in Peter Mink's family. The
Minks were always slender people.

Being a kind-hearted soul, Mrs. Rabbit went back to her kitchen. And
soon she brought Peter a plateful of the best food she had.

"You're not ill, are you?" she asked Peter.

"No!" he answered, as he took the dish.

"Then," said Mrs. Rabbit, "I shall expect you to do some work, to pay
for this food."

"All right!" said Peter. But he wished that he had said he was ill. For
he simply hated work. And he made it a rule never to do a stroke of work
if he could avoid it.

Well, he sat down on Mrs. Rabbit's doorstep and ate what she had given
him. And while he was eating, Jimmy Rabbit came out and watched him.
Even Jimmy Rabbit could see that he had very bad manners. He held
something to eat in each hand. And he didn't seem to care from which
hand he ate, so long as he kept his mouth stuffed so full that he could
hardly talk.

"What's your name?" Peter Mink asked Jimmy. And when Jimmy told him, he
said: "No wonder you're fat, with such good things to eat as your
mother makes."

When Mrs. Rabbit heard that she was pleased. And for a time she thought
that perhaps the stranger was not so bad as he looked.

When he had almost finished his lunch, Mrs. Rabbit went back into her
house once more. And pretty soon she came out with a saw in her hand.
She gave the saw to Peter Mink and said:

"Now you may saw