“Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees.
Filled all the air with fragrance & with joy.”
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once upon a time there were
four little Rabbits, & their names
“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.”
Flopsy, Mopsy, & 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, & squeezed under the gate! first he ate some lettuces & some french beans; & then he ate some radishes
but round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!
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, & the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
after losing them, he ran on four legs & went faster, so that i think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, & got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. it was a blue jacket w/ brass buttons, quite new.
Mr. McGregor came up w/ a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him. & rushed into the toolshed, & jumped into a can. it would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.
he found a door in a wall; but it was locked, & there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath. an old mouse was running in & out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas & 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.
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, & climbed upon a wheelbarrow, & peeped over. the first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. his back was turned towards Peter, & beyond him was the gate!
Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, & 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, & was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.
he was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, & shut his eyes. his mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done w/ his clothes. it was the second little jacket & 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, & made some camomile tea; & she gave a dose of it to Peter! “one table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.”
but Flopsy, Mopsy, & Cotton-tail had bread & milk & blackberries for supper.
So – Happy Easter! Some bunny loves you!