About the story of Peter Rabbit
The story of Peter Rabbit was written by Beatrix Potter and was first published 1902. The story is loved by children all around the world.
Peter Rabbit’s family
Once upon a time, there were four little Rabbits. Their names were:
They lived with their Mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree
Mrs. Rabbit’s goes out
One morning, Mrs. Rabbit said to her children,
‘Now my dears, 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.’
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.
Peter Rabbit went over to Mr. McGregor’s garden
Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries.
However, Peter was very naughty. He ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden, and squeezed under the gate!
First, he ate some lettuces and some French beans, then he ate some radishes.
Then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.
But when he got around the end of a cucumber frame, he ran into Mr. McGregor!
Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting young cabbages. He jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, ‘Stop thief!’
Peter was very 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.
Peter Rabbit got trapped in a gooseberry net
After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster. I think he might have got away if he had not run into a gooseberry net. He got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a new, blue jacket with brass buttons.
Feeling very sad, Peter began to cry. His sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows. They flew to him in great excitement and begged him to exert himself.
Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to throw over Peter. He did not catch him, because Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him.
Peter Rabbit hid in Mr. McGregor’s toolshed
He 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.
Mr. McGregor was after him in no time. He tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. However, the window was too small for Mr. McGregor. He was tired of running after Peter and went back to his work.
Peter Rabbit could not find the way out of Mr. McGregor’s garden
Peter sat down to rest. He was out of breath and trembling with fright. He had no idea which way to go. He was also very damp from sitting in that can.
After some 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. There was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep. She was carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood.
Peter asked her the way to the gate. 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.
Peter Rabbit found the gate
Peter tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Soon 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. 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, he heard the noise of a hoe—scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch.
Peter scrambled underneath the bushes. Soon, however, as nothing happened, he came out, climbed on 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 escaped safely from Mr. McGregors garden
Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow; and started running as fast as he could go. He ran 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 so it looked like a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.
Peter never stopped running. He didn’t look behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.
He was so tired that he flopped down onto the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole. He 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!
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.’
Meantime, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.