WHISKERS

Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 23, 28 January 1928, Page 14

WHISKERS

Benjamin Rabbit was in a great hurry. He had to be at the barber's shop by 7 o'clock to have his whiskers cut, and it.was now 10 minutes to 7. I " And. he had lost his way. It was a very dark night, and Benjamin didn't know where he was; he had come out of his own little front door arid into the field where the cows Jived, but he couldn't find the little path which led to Mr. Beaver's shop. i : ' His whiskers were growing so long too; whatever must he look like. ! "Oh, dear, how I wish it wasn't so dark!" Banjamin said as he bumped his nose into a big stinging nettle. "And'wherever can I be? The path to Mr. Beaver's goes past a little hedge, but how I'm to find that hedge I don't know!" ■ He waggled his paw about in the darkness, but he could feel nothing at all. ' 'JI can't go to Granny Bobtail's tea-party to-morrow with these untidy whiskers!" he said, as he walked along very unsteadily. Then he jumped, for a funny thing was happening. His whiskers began to tremble and dance and feel most queer, and they sent into his head little messages which seemed to say: "You're hear the hedge now!" r "Why, my whiskers can feel!" Benjamin cried, and, very carefully, he wriggled his face about until his whiskers told him that he was close to something prickly and leafy. "The hedge!" Benjamin shouted, and he was so pleased that he ran all the way ; to Mr. Beaver's. When he got there he wouldn't have his whiskers cut after all. "They're very useful things!" he told the barber. "They can feel; and when it's quite dark they show me the way to go. You try, Mr. Beaver!" So Mr. Beaver tried, and Benjamin tried, and all Mr. Beaver's customers tried, and they all found that what Benjamin said was quite true. The news spread, and to-day you may hunt high and low, but you will never find a rabbit who cuts his whiskers. They know better.