He said that he was in the habit of coming to the garden with his father to get lettuces for their Sunday dinner. Peter did not seem to be enjoying himself he kept hearing noises.īenjamin, on the contrary, was perfectly at home, and ate a lettuce leaf. Then he suggested that they should fill the pocket-handkerchief with onions, as a little present for his Aunt. There had been rain during the night there was water in the shoes, and the coat was somewhat shrunk.īenjamin tried on the tam-o’-shanter, but it was too big for him. Little Benjamin said that the first thing to be done was to get back Peter’s clothes, in order that they might be able to use the pocket-handkerchief. They left a great many odd little footmarks all over the bed, especially little Benjamin, who was wearing clogs. Peter fell down head first but it was of no consequence, as the bed below was newly raked and quite soft. Little Benjamin said: “It spoils people’s clothes to squeeze under a gate the proper way to get in is to climb down a pear-tree.”

Peter’s coat and shoes were plainly to be seen upon the scarecrow, topped with an old tam-o’-shanter of Mr. They went away hand in hand, and got upon the flat top of the wall at the bottom of the wood. Peter said he thought he might feel better if he went for a walk. Rabbit’s voice was heard inside the rabbit hole, calling: “Cotton-tail! Cotton-tail! Fetch some more camomile!” McGregor also and certainly for the day, because she was wearing her best bonnet.Īt this point old Mrs. Little Benjamin sat down beside his cousin and assured him that Mr. McGregor’s garden,” and described how he had been chased about the garden, and had dropped his shoes and coat. “Peter,” said little Benjamin, in a whisper, “who has got your clothes?” He looked poorly, and was dressed in a red cotton pocket-handkerchief. He came round the back of the fir-tree, and nearly tumbled upon the top of his Cousin Peter. Little Benjamin did not very much want to see his Aunt. She also sold herbs, and rosemary tea, and rabbit-tobacco (which is what we call lavender). Rabbit was a widow she earned her living by knitting rabbit-wool mittens and muffatees (I once bought a pair at a bazaar).

That wood was full of rabbit holes and in the neatest, sandiest hole of all lived Benjamin’s aunt and his cousins-Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. McGregor in her best bonnet.Īs soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road, and set off-with a hop, skip, and a jump-to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr. He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony.Ī gig was coming along the road it was driven by Mr. One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today!

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