Title : The Tale of Peter Rabbit
Author : Beatrix Potter
Illustrator : Virginia Albert
Release date
: December 8, 2004 [eBook #14304]
Most recently updated: December 18, 2020
Language : English
Credits
: Produced by Ronald Holder, the Online Distributed Proofreading Team,
and The Internet Archive; University of Florida, PM Childrens Library
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 a sand-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 together
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
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And then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley. |
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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!"
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He lost one shoe among the cabbages, and the other 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 large buttons on his jacket.
It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new. |
Peter gave himself up for lost and shed big tears; |
But his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows. |
Who flew to him in great excitement and implored him to exert himself.
Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve which he intended to pop on the top of Peter, but Peter wriggled out just in time. |
Leaving his jacket behind him. |
He 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 flower-pot.
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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.
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.
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After a time he began to wander
about, going lippity—
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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 wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate but she had such a large pea in her mouth she could not answer. She only shook her head at him.
Peter began to cry.
Then he tried to find his way straight 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 cat was staring at some gold-fish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip 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 suddenly, quite close to him, he
heard the noise of a hoe—scr-r-ritch,
scratch, scratch, scritch.
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Climbed
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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 wheel-barrow and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black currant bushes. Mr. McGregor caught sight 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
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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 his eyes. His mother was busy
cooking; she wondered what he had done with his
clothes.
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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 teaspoonful to be taken at bedtime." But— |
Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.