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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,
+       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 Cottontail, 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 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. 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 round.
+
+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
+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.
+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 had bread and milk and
+blackberries for supper.
+
+THE END
+