Thornton W. Burgess,
Mrs. Peter Rabbit
“ CHAPTER V. IN THE OLD PASTURE Brambles never scratch those who understand and are considerate of them. —Peter Rabbit. Peter Rabbit sat under a friendly bramble-bush on the edge of the Old Pasture and panted for breath, while his heart went pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, as if it would thump its way right through his sides. Peter had had a terrible fright. There were long tears in his coat, and he smarted and ached dreadfully where the cruel claws of Hooty the Owl had torn him. ”
