Everybody said that was so.
"This Peter Mink is certainly a bright[p. 36] young fellow," people told one another.
Mr. Rabbit looked puzzled.
"What do you suggest, then?" he asked Peter.
Peter Mink smiled. He seemed pleased, for one reason or another.
"This stump," he said, "is hollow. As you can all see, there's a small hole in it. We can put the money in there and nobody can get it out. It will be the same as in a bank."
Mr. Rabbit looked at the hole in the stump.
"I know I can't get through that hole," he said. "But what about you, young fellow?" he asked Peter.
"Oh, I can't squeeze through such a small hole as this," said Peter. "See!" He pushed his nose part way through the hole. And there his head seemed to stick. He could have squirmed through if he had[p. 37] really tried. But nobody else seemed to know it.
"But how is the poor boy ever going to get his money?" Mr. Rabbit inquired.