And Peter Mink walked away. He liked his new coat But probably it wasn't the kind you would care for at all.
Sometimes Peter Mink grew tired of not knowing where he was going to sleep. And now and then, when he happened to be in some neighborhood that he liked, he would try to find a place where he might stay until he felt like roaming on again.
There was one neighborhood that Peter liked very much. He often said that of all the places in Pleasant Valley that he knew anything about, there was no other as charming as Farmer Green's duck pond.
The reason for his thinking that was that he was specially fond of duck meat. And, of course, it was convenient to be[p. 91] able to swim under water, and steal upon a fat duck, and seize her before she knew that Peter was anywhere near.