The Tale of Peter Rabbit

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the tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix potter. Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were flopsy, flopsy cottontail and Peter. They lived with her mother in a sandbag underneath the root of a very big fir tree. Now my dears, said old mrs Rabbit one morning you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr McGregor's garden. Your father had an accident there and was put in a pie by Mrs McGregor now run along and don't get into mischief. I am going out. Then old mrs Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella to the baker's. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns, fluff. See moxie and cottontail were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries, but Peter, who was very naughty, ran straightaway to Mr McGregor's garden and squeezed underneath the gate first he ate some lettuces and some french beans and then he ate some radishes. Feeling rather sick he went to look for some parsley, but round the end of a cucumber frame whom should he meet. But Mr McGregor Mr McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter waving a rake and calling out. Stop thief. Peter was most roughly frightened. He rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate. He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. After losing them he ran on four legs and ran faster. So I think he might have gotten away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net and got caught by the large button on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons and quite new. Peter caves himself off for loss and shed big tears, but his officer overheard by some friendly sparrows who flew to him in great excitement implored to him to exert himself. Mr McGregor came up with a cve which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter, but peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him and rushed into the tool shed and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in if it had not had so much water in it. Mr McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool shed, perhaps hidden underneath a flowerpot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each presently. Peter sneezed. Mr McGregor was after him in no time and tried to put his foot upon peter who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for mr McGregor and he was tired of running after peter, so he went back to his work. Peter sat down to rest. He was out of breath and trembling with fright and he had not the least idea which way to go also. He was very down with sitting in that can. After a time he began to wonder about going Liberty Liberty Not very fast and looking all around he found a door in a wall, but it was locked, and there was no room for a foul little rabbit to squeeze underneath. An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep carrying peas and beans. Her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the game, but she had such a large b in her mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him, but Peter began to cry. Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Present lee he came to a pond where Mr McGregor filled his water cans. A white cat was staring at some goldfish. She sat very, very stale, but every now and then the tip of her tail to which as they were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her. He had heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin bunny. He went back towards the tool shed, but suddenly quite close to him. He heard the noise of a ho, peter scattered underneath the bushes, but presently as nothing happened he came out and climbed upon the will barrow and peeked over. The first thing he saw was Mr McGregor, hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter and beyond him was the gate. Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow and started running as fast as he could go along the street walk behind some blackcurrant bushes. Mr McGregor caught side of him at the corner, but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath the gate and was safe at last in the wood. Outside the garden. Mr McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scarecrow to frighten the blackbirds. Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir tree. He was so tired he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit hole and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking, she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was a second little jacket, a pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight. I'm sorry to say that Peter was not very well during this evening his mother put him to bed and made some chamomile tea and she gave a dose of it to peter one tablespoon full to be taken at bedtime, but fluffy mossy and cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper. B. M.