Barry Pain

“ Peter was disappointed.
"Eating," he said, "used to be about three-quarters of my life. I don't know how I shall get along without it."
"One sleeps a good deal," said the lion. At that moment three cats came walking down the roadway. Peter's coat bristled and he took the attitude of fight. The cats showed no sign of terror.
One of them nodded in a friendly way to the lion and said it was a pleasant evening. Peter looked foolish and put his tail between his legs. He had suddenly discovered that he did not want to chase cats at all. ”

“ On those greenswards were cats innumerable, and never a tree for cats to climb. There were rabbits and hares, and the hares were of a special kind that a good, hard-working fox-terrier could run down. On some days, for the sake of variety, there were sunny glades, swarming with rats, and afterwards there were many bones and no biscuits, and a soft rug before a blazing fire. The young fox-terrier (his name was Peter) determined to be very good. ”

“ This one happened to he a lion, and Peter had heard a good deal about lions. The bull-dog himself had frankly admitted that he should not care to tackle one. Peter turned and ran for his life, took a quick turn down some area steps, and tried to hide himself under an old sack that he found at the bottom.
The next moment he heard the lion's voice calling to him: "I say, do come up. I'm not going to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone. No animal ever injures another one here. This is the Street of Peace." ”