The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter






THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT

               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 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
               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 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 so much water in it.
               Mr. McGregor was quite sure that
               Peter was somewhere in the toolshed,
               perhaps hidden underneath a flower-
               pot. He began to turn them over
               carefully, looking under each.

               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
               was too small for Mr. McGregor, and
               he was tired of running after Peter. 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 damp
               with sitting in that can.

               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
               wood. Peter asked her the way to the
               gate, but she had such a large pea in
               her mouth that 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
               goldfish; 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 has heard about
               cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.
               He went back towards the toolshed,
               but suddenly, quite close to him,
               he heard the noise of a hoe—
               scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, 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 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 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 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 his
               eyes. His mother was busy cooking;
               she wondered what he had done with
               his clothes. It was the second little
               jacket and pair of shoes that Peter
               had lost in a fortnight!

               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

               for supper.




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