CHAPTER XXXI. Voices of the Dusk. 

Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was just going to bed behind the Purple Hills and the Black Shadows had begun to creep all through the Green Forest and out across the Green Meadows. It was the hour of the day Peter Rabbit loves best. He sat on the edge of the Green Forest watching for the first little star to twinkle high up in the sky. Peter felt at peace with all the Great World, for it was the hour of peace, the hour of rest for those who had been busy all through the shining day. 

Most of Peter's feathered friends had settled themselves for the coming night, the worries and cares of the day over and forgotten. All the Great World seemed hushed. In the distance Sweetvoice the Vesper Sparrow was pouring out his evening song, for it was the hour when he dearly loves to sing. Far back in the Green Forest Whip-poor-will was calling as if his very life depended on the number of times he could say, "Whip poor Will," without taking a breath. From overhead came now and then the sharp, rather harsh cry of Boomer the Nighthawk, as he hunted his supper in the air. 

For a time it seemed as if these were the only feathered friends still awake, and Peter couldn't help thinking that those who went so early to bed missed the most beautiful hour of the whole day. Then, from a tree just back of him, there poured forth a song so clear, so sweet, so wonderfully suited to that peaceful hour, that Peter held his breath until it was finished. He knew that singer and loved him. It was Melody the Wood Thrush. 
Who was Sweetvoice?
What was he doing?
What kind of animal was Peter?
What was going to sleep behind the Purple Hills?
Where was Peter sitting?
Of what?
What was he doing?
Where was Whip-poor-will calling?
Who was hunting for his dinner up above?
Who was Peter listening to when he held his breath?
What animal was Peter listening to when he was holding his breath?
What was Melody?
What did Peter feel at peace with?
Why?
What had most of Peter's feathered buddies done for the evening?
What did Peter think about those who went to sleep so early?
What was he watching on the edge of the forest?
What was he waiting for it to do?
Whose life seemed to depend on how many times he could say Whip poor Will?
Did Peter have a brother?
the Vesper Sparrow
 the Vesper Sparrow
Singing
pouring out his evening song
Rabbit
Rabbit
Mr. Sun
Mr. Sun
on the edge
on the edge
the Green Forest
 the Green Fores
watching
 watching 
in the Green Forest
 in the Green Forest
Boomer the Nighthawk
 Boomer the Nighthawk
a tree
a tree 
Birds
the only feathered friends
the Wood Thrush
the Wood Thrush
with all the Great World
 with all the Great World
for it was the hour of peace
for it was the hour of peace
went to bed
went so early to bed 
they missed the most beautiful hour of the whole day
missed the most beautiful hour of the whole day
the first little star
 the first little star 
twinkle
 twinkle 
Whip-poor-will
Whip-poor-will 
unknown
unknown