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THEN he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Presently he came to a pond where Mr. MeGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat was staring at some gold-fish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her.
