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    A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories 2
    A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories 2
    A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories 2
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    A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories 2

    By Beatrix Potter

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    This wonderful collection includes 22 beautiful books with original Illustrations:THE TALE OF PETER RABBITTHE TALE OF SQUIRREL NUTKINTHE TAILOR OF GLOUCESTERTHE TALE OF BENJAMIN BUNNYTHE TALE OF TWO BAD MICETHE TALE OF MRS. TIGGY-WINKLETHE TALE OF THE PIE AND THE PATTY-PANTHE TALE OF MR. JEREMY FISHERTHE STORY OF A FIERCE BAD RABBITTHE STORY OF MISS MOPPETTHE TALE OF TOM KITTENTHE TALE OF JEMIMA PUDDLE-DUCKTHE TALE OF SAMUEL WHISKERSTHE ROLY POLY PUDDINGTHE TALE OF THE FLOPSY BUNNIESTHE TALE OF GINGER AND PICKLESTHE TALE OF MRS. TITTLEMOUSETHE TALE OF TIMMY TIPTOESTHE TALE OF MR. TODTHE TALE OF PIGLING BLANDAPPLEY DAPPLY’S NURSERY RHYMESTHE TALE OF JOHNNY TOWN-MOUSECECILY PARSLEY'S NURSERY RHYMESTHE TALE OF LITTLE PIG ROBINSONBeatrix Potter (July 1866 – 22 December 1943) was an English writer, illustrator, natural scientist, and conservationist best known for her children's books featuring animals, such as those in The Tale of Peter Rabbit.Born into an upper-middle-class household, Potter was educated by governesses and grew up isolated from other children. She had numerous pets and spent holidays in Scotland and the Lake District, developing a love of landscape, flora, and fauna, all of which she closely observed and painted.Potter's study and watercolours of fungi led to her being widely respected in the field of mycology. In her thirties, Potter self-published the highly successful children's book The Tale of Peter Rabbit. Following this, Potter began writing and illustrating children's books full-time.
    LanguageEnglish
    Publishermuhammad ali
    Release dateJan 7, 2021
    ISBN9791220250436
    A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories 2
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    Beatrix Potter

    Helen Beatrix Potter was an English writer, illustrator, natural scientist and conservationist; she was best known for her children's books featuring animals, such as The Tale of Peter Rabbit.

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      A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories 2 - Beatrix Potter

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      THE TALE OF BENJAMIN BUNNY

      FOR THE CHILDREN OF SAWREY FROM OLD MR. BUNNY

      ONE morning a little rabbit sat on a bank.

      He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony.

      A gig was coming along the road; it was driven by Mr. McGregor, and beside him sat Mrs. McGregor in her best 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, Cotton-tail 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.

      Peter,—said little Benjamin, in a whisper—who has got your clothes?

      PETER replied—The scarecrow in Mr. McGregor's garden, and described how he had been chased about the garden, and had dropped his shoes and coat.

      Little Benjamin sat down beside his cousin, and assured him that Mr. McGregor had gone out in a gig, and Mrs. McGregor also; and certainly for the day, because she was wearing her best bonnet.

      PETER said he hoped that it would rain.

      At this point, old Mrs. Rabbit's voice was heard inside the rabbit hole calling—Cotton-tail! Cotton-tail! fetch some more camomile!

      Peter said he thought he might feel better if he went for a walk.

      THEY went away hand in hand, and got upon the flat top of the wall at the bottom of the wood. From here they looked down into Mr. McGregor's garden. Peter's coat and shoes were plainly to be seen upon the scarecrow, topped with an old tam-o-shanter of Mr. McGregor's.

      LITTLE Benjamin said, It spoils people's clothes to squeeze under a gate; the proper way to get in, is to climb down a pear tree.

      Peter fell down head first; but it was of no consequence, as the bed below was newly raked and quite soft.

      IT had been sown with lettuces.

      They left a great many odd little foot-marks all over the bed, especially little Benjamin, who was wearing clogs.

      LITTLE Benjamin said that the first thing to be done was to get back Peter's clothes, in order that they might be able to use the pocket handkerchief.

      They took them off the scarecrow. There had been rain during the night; there was water in the shoes, and the coat was somewhat shrunk.

      Benjamin tried on the tam-o-shanter, but it was too big for him.

      THEN he suggested that they should fill the pocket-handkerchief with onions, as a little present for his Aunt.

      Peter did not seem to be enjoying himself; he kept hearing noises.

      BENJAMIN, on the contrary, was perfectly at home, and ate a lettuce leaf. He said that he was in the habit of coming to the garden with his father to get lettuces for their Sunday dinner.

      (The name of little Benjamin's papa was old Mr. Benjamin Bunny.)

      The lettuces certainly were very fine.

      PETER did not eat anything; he said he should like to go home. Presently he dropped half the onions.

      LITTLE Benjamin said that it was not possible to get back up the pear-tree, with a load of vegetables. He led the way boldly towards the other end of the garden. They went along a little walk on planks, under a sunny red-brick wall.

      The mice sat on their door-steps cracking cherry-stones, they winked at

      Peter Rabbit and little Benjamin Bunny.

      PRESENTLY Peter let the pocket-handkerchief go again.

      THEY got amongst flower-pots, and frames and tubs; Peter heard noises worse than ever, his eyes were as big as lolly-pops!

      He was a step or two in front of his cousin, when he suddenly stopped.

      THIS is what those little rabbits saw round that corner!

      Little Benjamin took one look, and then, in half a minute less than no time, he hid himself and Peter and the onions underneath a large basket….

      THE cat got up and stretched herself, and came and sniffed at the basket.

      Perhaps she liked the smell of onions!

      Anyway, she sat down upon the top of the basket.

      SHE sat there for FIVE HOURS.

      * * * * *

      I cannot draw you a picture of Peter and Benjamin underneath the basket, because it was quite dark, and because the smell of onions was fearful; it made Peter Rabbit and little Benjamin cry.

      The sun got round behind the wood, and it was quite late in the afternoon; but still the cat sat upon the basket.

      AT length there was a pitter-patter, pitter-patter, and some bits of mortar fell from the wall above.

      The cat looked up and saw old Mr. Benjamin Bunny prancing along the top of the wall of the upper terrace.

      He was smoking a pipe of rabbit-tobacco, and had a little switch in his hand.

      He was looking for his son.

      OLD Mr. Bunny had no opinion whatever of cats.

      He took a tremendous jump off the top of the wall on to the top of the cat, and cuffed it off the basket, and kicked it into the garden-house, scratching off a handful of fur.

      The cat was too much surprised to scratch back.

      WHEN old Mr. Bunny had driven the cat into the green-house, he locked the door.

      Then he came back to the basket and took out his son Benjamin by the ears, and whipped him with the little switch.

      Then he took out his nephew Peter.

      THEN he took out the handkerchief of onions, and marched out of the garden.

      When Mr. McGregor returned about half an hour later, he observed several things which perplexed him.

      It looked as though some person had been walking all over the garden in a pair of clogs—only the foot-marks were too ridiculously little!

      Also he could not understand how the cat could have managed to shut herself up INSIDE the green-house, locking the door upon the OUTSIDE.

      WHEN Peter got home, his mother forgave him, because she was so glad to see that he had found his shoes and coat. Cotton-tail and Peter folded up the pocket-handkerchief, and old Mrs. Rabbit strung up the onions and hung them from the kitchen ceiling, with the rabbit-tobacco.

      THE END

      THE TALE OF THE FLOPSY BUNNIES

      FOR ALL LITTLE FRIENDS OF MR. McGREGOR & PETER & BENJAMIN

      IT is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is soporific.

      I have never felt sleepy after eating lettuces; but then I am not a rabbit.

      They certainly had a very soporific effect upon the Flopsy Bunnies!

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