Flopsy

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Story of Peter Rabbit Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, 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 took a basket and her umbrella and went through the woods 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.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Cinda J.M. Children's Stories That Never Grow Old, adapted by Mary Stone.

Story of Peter Rabbit Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

They lived with their mother in a sandbank underneath the root of a very big fir tree.

Now my dears, said old Mrs.

Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella and went through the woods 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.

CHILDREN'S STORIES THAT NEVER GROW OLD ADAPTED BY MARY STONE Story of Peter Rabbit.

Once upon a time, there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

They lived with their mother in a sandbank underneath the root of a very big fir tree.

Now, my dears, said old Mrs.

Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella and went through the woods 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.

One tablespoon should be taken at bedtime.

But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.

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It was driven by Mr. McGregor, and beside him sat Mrs. McGregor in her bust bonnet.

As soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road and set off, with a hop, skip, and a jump, to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr. McGregor's garden.

That wood was full of rabbit holes, and in the neatest, sandiest hole of all, cousins, Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

old mrs rabbit was a widow she earned her living by knitting rabbit-wool mittens and muffetees i once bought a pair at a bazaar she also sold herbs and rosemary tea and rabbit tobacco which is what we call lavender little benjamin did not very much want to see his aunt he came round the back of the fir-tree and nearly tumbled upon the top of his cousin peter peter was sitting by himself he looked poorly and was dressed in a red cotton pocket-handkerchief

THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT by Beatrix Potter Once upon a time there were four little rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, 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 took a basket and her umbrella and went through the wood to the baker's.

She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.

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.

Mr. McGregor, read by Eddie Sherman.

Once upon a time there were four little rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

They lived with their mother in a sandbank underneath the root of a very big fir tree.

Now, my dears, said old Mrs.

One tablespoon should be taken

at bedtime.

But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.

The End End of Section 1 Section 2 of A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories by Beatrix Potter This is a LibriVox recording.

He sat in the spring sunshine outside the burrow in a muffler smoking a pipe of rabbit tobacco.

He lived with his son, Benjamin Bunny, and his daughter-in-law, Flopsy, who had a young family.

Old Mr. Bouncer was in charge of the family that afternoon, because Benjamin and Flopsy had gone out.

the little rabbit babies were just old enough to open their blue eyes and kick they lay in a fluffy bed of rabbit wool and hay in a shallow burrow separate from the main rabbit hole to tell the truth old mr bouncer had forgotten them he sat in the sun and conversed cordially with tommy who was passing through the wood with a sack and a little spud which he used for digging and some mole traps he complained bitterly about the scarcity of pheasants eggs and accused mr tod of poaching them and the otters had cleared off all the frogs while he was asleep in winter i have not had a good square meal for a fortnight i am living on pig-nuts i shall have to turn vegetarian and eat my own tail said tommy brock It was not much of a joke, but it tickled old Mr. Bouncer because Tommy Brock was so fat and stumpy and grinning.

So old Mr. Bouncer laughed and pressed Tommy Brock to come inside to taste a slice of seed cake and a glass of my daughter Flopsy's cowslip wine.

Tommy Brock squeezed himself into the rabbit hole with alacrity.

Then old Mr. Bouncer smoked another pipe and gave Tommy Brock a cabbage-leaf cigar, which was so very strong that it made Tommy Brock grin more than ever, and the smoke filled the burrow.

Old Mr. Bouncer coughed and laughed, and Tommy Brock puffed and grinned.

CHILDREN'S STORIES THAT NEVER GROW OLD ADAPTED BY MARY STONE Story of Peter Rabbit.

Once upon a time, there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

They lived with their mother in a sandbank underneath the root of a very big fir tree.

Now, my dears, said old Mrs.

Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella and went through the woods 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.