Peter Rabbit – By Beatrix Potter


This is a short story about a little rabbit named Peter and his adventure on Mr. McGregor’s farm.

Peter Rabbit – By Beatrix Potter

A long time ago there lived four little rabbits with their mother in a sandbank underneath the root of a very big fir tree. Their names were: Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

One day, their mother, Mrs. Rabbit said to them, “my dears, you may go into the fields or down the lane, but never g into Mr. McGregor’s farm. You all know what happened to your father there, he had an accident and Mrs. McGregor had to put him in her pie. I know you do not want that for yourselves. So, stay off his farm.”

“You can leave whenever you are ready, but don’t get into any mischief. I am going out.”

Mrs. Rabbit then took her umbrella and went to the baker’s shop to get some loaves of brown bread and five currant buns.

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail obeyed the warnings of their mother and went down the lane to gather some blackberries.

Peter on the other was very naughty. When everyone had left the house, he ran straight to Mr. McGregor’s farm. He squeezed himself through the gates and soon he was inside the farm. First, he ate some lettuces and some French beans, and then some radishes. Feeling a little sick from eating all of that, he went to look for some parsley. Just as he went through the cucumber frames, he met Mr. McGregor right at the end of the frame.

Mr. McGregor was on his knees planting some young cabbages. Immediately he saw Peter, he ran after him with a rake, waving it in the air and shouting, “stop there, you little thief.”

Peter ran for his life; he was frightened to the teeth. He was all over the garden, for he has forgotten the way to the gate as he was so frightened to think properly.

As he ran, he lost one of his shoes among the cabbages and the other among the potatoes. As he lost both shoes, he ran on four legs and went faster. He would have escaped if it had not been the gooseberry net that caught him by the large button on his jacket. It was quite a new jacket that his mother had just bought. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons.

Peter already gave up and prepared for the worst when he realized he wasn't getting out of the farm. He cried and wished he had listened to his mother. Soon, his sobs got some friendly sparrows nearby, who flew to him and encouraged him to exert himself.

Mr. McGregor came rushing with a sieve, with which he intends to pop upon the top of peter. But before he arrived, Peter wriggled his way out of the gooseberry leaving his jacket behind. Peter ran into the toolshed and jumped into a can, but it had so much water in it that Peter felt he was going to drown.

Mr. McGregor was quite certain that Peter was still around somewhere, so he went to the toolshed. “Perhaps he is hiding somewhere in one of these pots,” said McGregor. He started turning over the pots carefully, each time looking under to see if he would see Peter.

Peter could not stop himself from sneezing because of the cold water in the can. When Mr. McGregor heard his sneeze, he pounced on the can, but Peter ran out before he could reach it. Peter ran through a small window in the toolshed and was out on the farm again. Mr. McGregor could not go after him through the same window because it was too small for him to go through. He soon got tired of going after peter and went back to work.

Peter sat down to rest after a long run and was out of sight. He had not the least idea on how to get out of the farm, he was trembling with fear and was so damp.

After resting for a while, he began to wander around, going lippity- lippity- not very fast as before. He kept looking behind his shoulders to be sure he was not followed. Soon, he came to a door in a wall, but it was locked and there was no possible way a fat little rabbit could go through it.

An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying some peas and beans to her family living in the woods. Peter went up to her and asked if she knew the way to the gate. She could not answer peter because she had so many peas in her mouth, she only shook her head at him. This reaction made Peter even sadder that he began to cry.

He tried to find his way straight across the farm, but he became more and more puzzled. After so much effort finding his way, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor usually filled his water cans. There he met a white cat staring at some goldfish, she sat very still as if she was a statue except for her tail which twitched occasionally to show it was alive. Peter thought it was best to leave her to her hunt without speaking to her, he had heard some funny stories about cats from his little Bunny cousin, Benjamin.

He went towards the toolshed, but suddenly, very close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe scratching the earth's surface. Peter ran and hid underneath the bushes. After some time when nothing happened, he came out and climbed upon a wheelbarrow, and peeped over. First, he saw Mr. McGregor hoeing some onions, his back was turned towards Peter, and just beyond him was the gate.

Peter got down from the wheelbarrow and started running as fast as he could go, behind some black currant bushes. Although Mr. McGregor caught sight of him, he just was not in the mood for another chase. Soon, Peter was out of the farm and safe in the woods.

Mr. McGregor hung up Peter’s Jacket as a scarecrow on his farm to scare off birds.

Peter never stopped running even while he was out of the farm. He kept running until he came to the big fir tree. When he entered the rabbit hole, he fell on the nice soft sand on the floor. He was feeling so well, but it was better than running on Mr. McGregor’s farm. His mother was cooking when he arrived, so she quickly prepared some chamomile tea for Peter. She wondered what might have happened to him and why he was without his jackets. It was the second jacket and pair of shoes Peter had lost in a fortnight.

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread, milk, and blackberries for supper that evening, while Peter took his chamomile tea and fell into a deep sleep.

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