Mr Tod

pays another visit apparently none the worse for wear after his tussle with Tommy Brock.

       Nobody could call Mr. Tod "nice". The rabbits could not bear him; they could smell him a mile off. He was of a wandering habit and he had foxy whiskers; they never knew where he would be next.   

       This Mr.Tod is rather stout compared to the drawing by Beatrix Potter of a rather thin and tall Mr.Tod.