March 30, 2009
The Tale of Peter Rabbit
One beautiful day, as my siblings and I were about to leave our house to play in the fields; Mother stopped us in our tracks telling us not to go into Mr. McGregor’s garden. While Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who unlike me were very obedient, hopped down the lane to collect blackberries; I ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden, and squeezed under the gate. First I ate some lettuce and some French beans; and then I ate some radishes. Feeling sicker than a dog, I went to look for some parsley. As I hopped around the end of a cucumber frame, I looked up to see Mr. McGregor on hands and knees; glancing up his face stared at me while instantly turning red like a tomato. Just as he jumped up on his two feet, I turned and ran as fast as my two little shoed feet could carry me. My father’s murderer hot on my tail waved a rake in the air while calling out, “Stop Thief!” Death flashed before my eyes. Most dreadfully frightened, I lost my sense of direction while rushing all over the garden, which caused me to forgot the way back to the gate. In the midst of all the turmoil I noticed that I had lost both my shoes. Looking back towards the garden I saw that I had lost one shoe in the cabbages and one in the potatoes; but as soon as I looked forward I ran into a gooseberry net. As I scrambled in every direction to get untangled, the large brass buttons on my brand new blue jacket got caught on the holes in the net. Weary yet eager, I sat down and began to think my situation out. As soon as I came up with a plan, I looked up and saw Mr. McGregor sieve in hand raised over his head. Right as the sieve began to swiftly fall down upon me, I closed my eyes, slipped off my jacket, and squeezed through a larger than usual hole in the net. Rushing into the tool shed I searched briefly for a spot to hide. Spotting a can the perfect size I...