PETER RABBIT wasn't the only one who was interested in Bob White and in Bob's hidden home. Oh, my, no! It seemed to Peter that Reddy and Granny Fox were prowling around the dear Old Briar-patch most of the time. At first he didn't understand it. “It isn't me they are after, because they know well enough that they can't catch me here,” said he to himself, as he watched them one morning. “It isn't Danny Meadow Mouse, because Danny hasn't been over this way for a long time. I don't see how it can be Bob White, because he isn't likely to stay on the ground while they are around, and they can't catch him unless he is on the ground.”
 
He was so busy trying to puzzle out what should bring Reddy and Granny that way so often that he neither saw nor heard Jimmy Skunk¹ steal up behind him.
 
 
“Boo!” said Jimmy, and Peter nearly jumped out of his skin.
 
“What did you do that for?” demanded Peter indignantly.
 
“Just to teach you that you shouldn't go to sleep without keeping your ears open,” replied Jimmy with a grin.
 
“I wasn't asleep!” protested Peter crossly. “I was just watching Reddy and Granny Fox and wondering what brings them over here so much.”
 
“You might just as well have been asleep,” replied Jimmy. “Supposing I had been my cousin, Shadow the Weasel.”
 
Peter shivered at the very thought. Jimmy continued: “You are old enough to know, Peter, that it isn't safe to be so interested in one thing that you forget to watch out for other things. As for Reddy and Granny Fox, you ought to know what brings them over this way so much.”
 
“What?” demanded Peter.
 
“Hasn't Bob White got a nest somewhere around here?” asked Jimmy by way of answer.
 
“Y-e-s,” replied Peter slowly, “I suppose he has. But what of that?”
 
“Why, Reddy and Granny are looking for it, stupid,” replied Jimmy.
 
Peter stared at Jimmy a minute in a puzzled way. “What do they want of that?” he asked finally. “They don't eat eggs, do they?”
 
“Eggs hatch out into little birds, don't they?” demanded Jimmy. “If Reddy and Granny can find that nest, they'll wait until the eggs have hatched into birds and then, well, I've heard say that there is nothing more delicious than young Quail². Now, do you see?”
 
Peter did. Of course he did. He understood perfectly³. Reddy and Granny had heard Bob White whistling over there every day, and they knew that meant that his home wasn't far away. It was all very plain now.
 
“By the way, you don't happen to know where that nest is, do you?” asked Jimmy carelessly.
 
“No, I don't!” exclaimed Peter, and suddenly was glad that he didn't know about that nest. “What do you want to know for?” he demanded suspiciously.
 
“I'm hungry for some eggs,” confessed Jimmy frankly⁴.
 
“You wouldn't rob Mr. and Mrs. Bob White of their eggs, would you?” cried Peter. “I thought better of you than that, Jimmy Skunk.”
 
Jimmy grinned. “Don't get excited, Peter,” said he. “I'm told that Mrs. Bob lays a great many eggs, and if that's the case, she wouldn't miss a few.”
 
“Jimmy Skunk, you're horrid⁵, so there!” declared Peter.
 
“Don't blame me,” retorted Jimmy. “Old Mother Nature gave me a taste for eggs, just as she gave Reddy Fox a taste for Rabbit. You haven't any idea where that nest is, have you?”
 
“No, I haven't! If I had, I wouldn't tell you,” declared Peter.
 
“Well, so long,” replied Jimmy good-naturedly. “I think I'll have a look for it. I don't wish Bob White and his wife the least bit of harm, but I would like two or three of those eggs.” And with this Jimmy Skunk ambled⁶ out to look for Bob White's nest.