He went back towards the tool-shed, but
suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise
of a hoe-scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch.
Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But
presently, as nothing happened, he came out,
and climbed upon a wheelbarrow and peeped
over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor
hoeing onions. His back was turned towards
Peter, and beyond him was the gate!