A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories

A Collection of Beatrix Potter
Stories
by Beatrix Potter

The Original
Peter Rabbit Books
By BEATRIX POTTER
A LIST
OF THE TITLES [*indicates included here]

*The Tale of Peter Rabbit
The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin
The
Tailor of Gloucester
*The Tale of Benjamin Bunny
*The Tale of
Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle
*The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher
The Tale of
Johnny Town-Mouse
*The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck
*The Tale
of the Flopsy Bunnies
The Story of a Fierce Bad Rabbit
*The Tale
of Two Bad Mice
The Tale of Tom Kitten
The Tale of Mrs.
Tittlemouse
*The Tale of Timmy Tiptoes
*The Tale of Mr. Tod

*The Tale of Pigling Bland
*The Roly Poly Pudding
*The Pie and
the Patty-pan
*Ginger and Pickles
*The Story of Miss Moppet

Appley Dapply's Nursery Rhymes
The Tale of Little Pig Robinson??

THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT BY BEATRIX POTTER

ONCE upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names
were-- Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a
very big fir tree.
"NOW, my dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, "you may go into
the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden:
your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs.
McGregor."

"NOW run along, and don't get into mischief. I am going out."
THEN old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, to the baker's.
She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.
FLOPSY, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went
down the lane to gather blackberries;
BUT Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr.
McGregor's garden and squeezed under the gate!
FIRST he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate
some radishes;
AND then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.
BUT round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr.
McGregor!
MR. McGREGOR was on his hands and knees planting out young
cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and
calling out, "Stop thief!"
PETER was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden,
for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.
He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe
amongst the potatoes.
AFTER losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think
he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into
a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It
was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.
PETER gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were
overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great
excitement, and implored him to exert himself.
MR. McGREGOR came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop
upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his
jacket behind him.
AND rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have
been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.
MR. McGREGOR was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the
toolshed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn
them over carefully, looking under each.
Presently Peter sneezed-- "Kertyschoo!" Mr. McGregor was after him
in no time,
AND tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window,

upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor,
and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work.
PETER sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright,
and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp
with sitting in that can.
After a time he began to wander about, going lippity-- lippity--not very
fast, and looking all around.
HE found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for
a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying
peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to
the gate, but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not
answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.
THEN he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he
became more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where
Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat was staring at some
gold-fish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail
twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without
speaking to her; he had heard about cats