cwho fun in life himself denies

becomes a grouch before he dies.

             little joe otter.

peter rabbit was so tickled over having discovered who made the queer trail in the snow that he quite forgot to look down in the laughing brook to see where little joe otter went to. when he did think to look, little joe was nowhere to be seen. peter waited awhile, hoping that little joe would return. he wanted to see him slide down that bank again.

at last peter decided that little joe had gone home, and that there was no use sitting on the snow-covered bank of the laughing brook any longer. he was just turning away when he heard a splash from the laughing brook. he stopped to look up stream. at once he saw four swimmers coming down the laughing brook and appearing to have no end of fun as they rolled over in the water, dived, swam under water, and moved swiftly along, with just their heads showing. they were little joe otter, mrs. otter, and their two nearly grown children.

when they reached the place where peter had first seen little joe climb out and up the bank, little joe made straight for shore. you remember that the bank was low there. out he scrambled. out behind him scrambled mrs. otter. out behind her scrambled one of the young otters, and out behind this one scrambled the other young otter. then, following the trail little joe had made in the snow, they came straight up along the bank towards where peter was sitting. peter suddenly felt bashful. he retreated rather hurriedly to the shelter of a snow-covered hemlock bough. he couldn’t help a suspicion that one of those otters might suddenly think that a rabbit dinner would taste good.

little joe led the way to the edge of the steep bank where peter had watched him slide down. with a quick, hard kick of his hind feet he disappeared down that bank and a second later peter heard a splash in the water. then mrs. otter did the same thing, and the two young otters followed. peter remained right where he was. in a few minutes he saw little joe otter coming back up the trail again. and behind him came mrs. otter and the two young otters. “i do believe they’re going to slide again,” thought peter. “i must get where i can watch them.”

so peter crept out of his hiding-place and over to the edge of the bank, where from a safe distance he could watch little joe and his family. again, flat on his stomach, little joe came sliding down that furrow in the snow straight into the laughing brook. one of the young otters couldn’t wait for mrs. otter to go down in that same furrow and made a furrow of his own. the other followed right at his heels. then there was a great swimming race to see who could get back to the low place on the bank first, and then another race through the snow to get to the top of the slide.

such a merry coasting party as that was. every time one of those otters disappeared in the black, cold-looking water, peter shivered. he just couldn’t help it. but there was no shivering on the part of little joe and his family. not a bit of it! they appeared to enjoy those plunges into the water quite as much as they would have had it been a midsummer day. the more they slid the better the slide became and the faster they went.

“come on and join us, peter!” cried little joe, as he kicked off and went shooting down.

peter shook his head. he did it a little wistfully. those otters were having such a merry time that peter envied them. but every time he looked at that water, so cold and black, he shivered. the coasting part might be all right, but peter preferred to try it where there was no water at the end of the slide.