The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were-- Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
They lived with their Mother in asand-bank, 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; he 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, and went through the wood to the baker's. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.
Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries;
But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gate!
First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes;
And then, 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 dreadfully 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 went faster, so that I think he might have got away
altogether if he
Peter gave himself up
for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly
Mr. McGregor came up
with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled
And rushed into the
toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in,
if it had
Mr. McGregor was quite
sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden underneath a
Presently Peter sneezed-- "Kertyschoo!" 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
Peter sat down to rest;
he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea
After a time he began to wander about, going lippity--lippity--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 fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running
in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the
Then he tried to find
his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled.
He went back towards the
toolshed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe--scr-
Peter got down very
quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a
Mr. McGregor caught
sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath the
Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow 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 that he
flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut
I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.
His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!
"One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time."
But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.