`` What 's that ? What do you mean by new antlers ? '' Peter was sitting up very straight , with his eyes fixed on Lightfoot 's antlers as though he never had seen them before . `` Just what I said , '' retorted Lightfoot . `` What do you think of them ? I think they are the finest antlers I 've ever had . When I get the rest of those rags off , they will be as handsome a set as ever was grown in the Green Forest . '' Lightfoot rubbed his antlers against the trunk of a tree till some of the rags hanging to them dropped off . Peter blinked very hard . He was trying to understand and he could n't . Finally he said so . `` What kind of a story are you trying to fill me up with ? '' he demanded indignantly . `` Do you mean to tell me that those are not the antlers that you have had as long as I 've known you ? How can anything hard like those antlers grow ? And if those are new ones , where are the old ones ? Show me the old ones , and perhaps I 'll believe that these are new ones . The idea of trying to make me believe that antlers grow just like plants ! I 've seen Bossy the Cow all summer and I know she has got the same horns she had last summer . New antlers indeed ! ''
`` You are quite right , Peter , quite right about XXXXX the Cow .
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