Peter turned to look at Old Mr. Toad . He had n't budged . He was sitting exactly where he had been sitting all the time , but he was smacking his lips , and there was a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes . Peter opened his eyes very wide . `` Wha -- what -- '' he began . `` Nice bug , '' interrupted Old Mr. Toad . `` Nicest bug I 've eaten for a longtime . '' `` But I did n't see you catch him ! '' protested Peter , looking at Old Mr. Toad as if he suspected him of joking . `` Anything wrong with your eyes ? '' inquired Old Mr. Toad . `` No , '' replied Peter just a wee bit crossly . `` My eyes are just as good as ever . '' `` Then watch me catch that fly over yonder , '' said Old Mr. Toad . He hopped towards a fly which had lighted on a blade of grass just ahead . About two inches from it he stopped , and so far as Peter could see , he sat perfectly still . But the fly disappeared , and it was n't because it flew away , either . Peter was sure of that . As he told Mrs. Peter about it afterwards , `` It was there , and then it was n't , and that was all there was to it . '' Old Mr. Toad chuckled .
`` Did n't you see that one go , XXXXX ? ''
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