Benjamin Bunny

One morning a little rabiit sat on a bank.

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

A gig was coming along the road, it was driven by MRregor, and beside him sat MRS in her best bonnet.

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

That wood was full of rabbit holes, and in the neatest, sandiest hole of all lived Benjamin's aunt and his cousins.

Old rabbut 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 anut.

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 Mrs'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 had gone out in a gig, and MRs 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's voice was heard inside the rabbit hole, calling, fetch some more camomile.

Peter said he thought he might feel better if he went for a walk, they went away hand in hadn, and got upon the flat top of the wall at the bottom of the wood.

From here they looked down into Mr's garden.

Peter's coat and shoes were plainly to be see upon the scarecrow.

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 footmarks 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 hankerchief.

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, but it was too big for him.

Then he suggested that they should fill the pocket hankerchief 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 the sunday dinner, the name of little Benjamin's papa was old 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 doorsteps cracking cherry stones, they winked at Peter rabbit and little Benjamin bunny.

Presently Peter let the pocket hankerchief go again, they got among flower pots, and frames, and tubs. peter heard noise 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 Benjanmin 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 Benjanjin underneath the basket, because it was quite dark, and becuase the smell of onions was fearful, it made them 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, and some bits of mortar fell from the wall above.

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

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

He was looking for his son.

Old 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 greenhouse, scratching off a handful of fur.
The cat was too much surprised to scratch back.

When old bunny had driven the cat into the greenhouse, he locked the door.

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

Then he took out his nephew.

Then he took out the hankerchief of onions, and marched out of the garden.

When Mrs reuturned about half an hour late 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 footmarks were too ridiculously little.

Also he could not understand how the cat could have managed to shut herself up inside the greenhouse, locking the door upon the outside.

When Peter got home his mother forgave him,becasue she was so glad to see that he had found his shoes and coat.

Cotton tail and Peter folded up the pocket hankerchief, and old bunny strung up the onions and hung them from the kitchen ceiling, with the bunches of herbs and the rabbit tobacco.