human
If I were sure that they would return next spring, it wouldn't be so bad, he muttered.
gpt
It's those terrible guns. I know what it is to have to watch out for them. Farmer Brown's boy used to hunt me with one of them, but he doesn't any more. But even when he did hunt me it wasn't anything like what the Ducks have to go through. If I kept my eyes and ears open, I could tell when a hunter was coming and could hide in a hole if I wanted to. I never had to worry about my meals. But with the Ducks it is a thousand times worse. They've got to eat while making that long journey, and they can eat only where there is the right kind of food. Hunters with terrible guns know where those places are and hide there until the Ducks come, and the Ducks have no way of knowing whether the hunters are waiting for them or not. That isn't hunting. It's--it's--
human
Well, what is it? What are you talking to yourself about, Peter Rabbit?
gpt
It's awful, declared Peter.
human
It's worse than unfair. It doesn't give them any chance at all.
gpt
I suppose it must be so if you say so, replied Lightfoot,