It's hard to keep a secret which you fairly ache to tell;  So not to know such secrets is often quite as well.
                                        Peter Rabbit.
On her way home from the Old Briar-patch, Jenny Wren stopped to rest in a bush beside the Crooked Little Path that comes down the hill, when who should come along but Jimmy Skunk. Now just as usual Jenny Wren was fidgeting and fussing about, and Jimmy Skunk grinned as he watched her.
 
“Hello, Jenny Wren!” said he. “What are you doing here?”
 
“I'm resting on my way home from the Old Briar-patch, if you must know, Jimmy Skunk!” replied Jenny Wren, changing her position half a dozen times while she was speaking.
 
“Ho, ho, ho!” laughed Jimmy Skunk. “Do you call that resting! That's a joke, Jenny Wren. Resting! Why, you couldn't sit still and rest if you tried!”
 
“I could so! I'm resting right now, so there, Jimmy Skunk!” protested Jenny Wren in a very indignant tone of voice, and hopped all over the little bush while she was speaking. “I guess if you knew what I know, you'd be excited too.”
 
“Well, I guess the quickest way for me to know is for you to tell me,” replied Jimmy. “I'm just aching to be excited.”
 
Jimmy grinned, for you know Jimmy Skunk never does get excited and never hurries, no matter what happens.
 
“You'll have to keep right on aching then,” replied Jenny Wren, with a saucy flirt of her funny little tail. “There's great news in the Old Briar-patch, and I'm the only one that knows it, but I've promised not to tell.”
 
Jimmy pricked up his ears. “News in the Old Briar-patch must have something to do with Peter Rabbit,” said he. “What has Peter done now?”
 
“I'll never tell! I'll never tell............