The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
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The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
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!
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
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.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
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.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole and shut his eyes.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
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!
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
The Tale of Peter Rabbit3,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
But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.
THE END