So Peter really could n't be blamed for not being able to believe that those old ones had been lost and in their place new ones had grown in just the few months of spring and summer . But Peter did n't blame Lightfoot in the least , because he had told Peter that he did n't like to tell things to people who would n't believe what he told them when Peter had asked him about the rags hanging to his antlers . `` I 'm trying to believe it , '' he said , quite humbly . `` It 's all true , '' broke in another voice . Peter jumped and turned to find his big cousin , Jumper the Hare . Unseen and unheard , he had stolen up and had overheard what Peter and Lightfoot had said . `` How do you know it is true ? '' snapped Peter a little crossly , for Jumper had startled him . `` Because I saw Lightfoot 's old antlers after they had fallen off , and I often saw Lightfoot while his new ones were growing , '' retorted Jumper . `` All right ! I 'll believe anything that Lightfoot tells me if you say it is true , '' declared Peter , who greatly admires his cousin , Jumper . `` Now tell me about those rags , Lightfoot . Please do . '' Lightfoot could n't resist that `` please . '' `` Those rags are what is left of a kind of covering which protected the antlers while they were growing , as I told you before , '' said he . `` Very soon after my old ones dropped off the new ones began to grow . They were not hard , not at all like they are now . They were soft and very tender , and the blood ran through them just as it does through our bodies . They were covered with a sort of skin with hairs on it like thin fur . The ends were not sharply pointed they now are , but were big and rounded , like knobs .
They were not like XXXXX at all , and they made my head hot and were very uncomfortable .
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