The Tale of Peter Rabbit

by Beatrix Potter

The most beloved story by British author Beatrix Potter, published in 1902. once upon a clock there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.

“ NOW, my dears, ” said previous Mrs. Rabbit one good morning, “ you may go into the fields or down the lane, but do n’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 do n’t get into maleficence. 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 bun. FLOPSY, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were beneficial little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries ; BUT Peter, who was very blue, ran directly 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 preferably 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 scan and calling out, “ Stop thief ! ” PETER was most dismally frightened ; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the direction 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 had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the bombastic buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with boldness buttons, quite modern. PETER gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears ; but his asshole were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitation, and implored him to exert himself. MR. McGREGOR came up with a sieve, 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 toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had then much water system in it. MR. McGREGOR was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, possibly shroud underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each. soon 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, upset three plants. The window was besides humble for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his influence. PETER sat down to rest ; he was out of hint and trembling with frighten, and he had not the least estimate which way to go. besides he was identical damp with sitting in that can. After a fourth dimension he began to wander about, going lippity— lippity—not very debauched, and looking all around.

HE found a door in a wall ; but it was locked, and there was no board for a adipose tissue short rabbit to squeeze underneath. An previous mouse was running in and out over the stone doorsill, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a big pea in her sass that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry. THEN he tried to find his means directly across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans. A white computerized tomography was staring at some gold-fish ; she sat very, very still, but now and then the gratuity of her tail twitched as if it 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 on the spur of the moment, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe—scr-r-ritch, scrape, incision, 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 bet on was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate ! PETER got down identical quietly off the barrow, and started running equally fast as he could go, along a square walk of life behind some black-currant bushes. Mr. McGregor caught batch 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 crown 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 indeed tire that he flopped down upon the decent soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was interfering cook ; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second small crown and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight ! I AM blue to say that Peter was not very well during the even. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile 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. THE ENDThe Tale of Peter Rabbit was featured as Sat, Oct 02, 2021 was featured as The Short Story of the Day on 8.4
Create a library and add your favorite stories. Get started by clicking the “ Add ” button.

Add The Tale of Peter Rabbit to your own personal library. to your own personal library . Add The Tale of Peter Rabbit to your own personal library. to your own personal library .