Come on, cat.
Come on.
Rain, rain, come away.
Come again another day.
Rain, rain, come away.
Come again another day.
Oh, good boy.
Rain, rain, come away.
Come again another day.
Rain, rain, come away.
Come again another day.
Come along, cat.
Out of my way, please, Jemima.
You may be enjoying this but I should like to get to my door.
If you please.
Ah, Peter.
Yes, you're quite right.
I should be getting on with all those letters to the children.
Tea.
Ah, yes.
Little Noel is unwell again.
Poor child.
Let's see if we can cheer him up.
My dear Noel, I don't know what to write you so I shall tell you a story about four little rabbits
whose 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.
Mopsy, don't push so.
Anyway, Ma said I could carry a basket.
Mama, mama, she pulled my ears.
Come, come, that will do.
Now, my dears, 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.
He was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.
Now run along and don't get into mischief.
I'm going out.
Peter, come along, Peter.
Not likely.
Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella
and went through the wood to the baker.
Now then, a loaf of brown bread and let me see,
one, two, three, four, five currant bones.
Psst, Benjamin.
Peter, I'll try and meet you tomorrow under the big fir tree.
Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail,
who were good little bunnies,
went down the lane to gather blackberries.
But Peter, who was very naughty,
But Peter, who was very naughty,
ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden
and squeezed under the gate.
and squeezed under the gate.
And he was caught in the trap.
And he was caught in the trap.
And he was caught in the trap.
and squeezed under the gate.
Oof.
Mama will never find out.
And in any case,
I'm quite sure I can outrun Mr. McGregor.
Yum, yum.
Having a good time, are we?
Mmm, radishes, my favorite.
Mmm, radishes, my favorite.
Gosh.
Gosh.
I can't wait to tell Benjamin.
Oof.
Ah.
Oof.
Oof.
Oh, dear.
Feeling funny, are we?
Still, I'd better not leave that one on its own.
Still, I'd better not leave that one on its own.
Someone might notice it.
Ah.
Wouldn't have a tummy ache, would we?
Oof.
I do feel rather sick.
Faster than Mr. McGregor, are we?
Ooh, definitely something wrong with that one.
Ooh, I'd best get a little bit of parsley.
Mr. McGregor!
No!
Stop, thief!
Come back here, you wee pest!
Mama!
Oh, no!
I'll end up like Papa!
Where's that wee varmint?
Aha!
Gotcha, you wee...
Help!
Stop, thief!
Hey!
Come back!
Always help.
Oh, no!
There goes my other shoe!
Ugh.
Ah!
Yeah!
Oh!
Goodness, where am I now?
I must get out.
Must get out.
Is this the way?
No.
No?
Perhaps it's this way.
Or is it this way?
No, this way.
Ah!
Ah!
Ooh!
Ah!
Ooh!
Ah!
Ooh!
Ah!
Ooh!
Ah!
Come on, Pete.
I can't give up.
Come on, Pete.
Come on, Pete.
Oh!
Before Mr. McGregor comes!
Wait, Mr. McGregor!
Mr. McGregor's coming!
You ought to try!
Come on, Pete!
It's no use.
The grass bundles are caught up.
Mrs. McGregor will put me in a pie.
Come on, Pete, keep on trying!
Yeah, before Mr. McGregor comes!
Wait, Mr. McGregor!
Mr. McGregor's coming!
You ought to try!
Come on, Pete!
Oh, come on, Pete!
Come on, Pete!
I know that rabbit's in here somewhere and I'll find him no doubt about that
come on and show yourself you wee beastie
if you please ma'am could you tell me the way to the gate oh please help me
but which way
Oh, my goodness!
I must be quiet.
Cousin Benjamin warned me about cats.
Oh, my goodness!
Oh, my goodness!
The gate! The gate! I can see the gate!
Stop! Get back here, you wee beastie!
Stop, thief!
Aha!
The gate! The gate!
Oh, no! My coat! My shoes!
Oh, golly! Mama will be furious.
What shall I tell her?
But I dare not go back in there.
Mr. McGregor is sure to be waiting for me.
And I'm late for supper.
Peter, late again.
Where have you been?
Not in Mr. McGregor's garden again, I hope.
And where are your clothes?
I suppose you're going to tell me that you have lost them again.
Do you realize that is the second little jacket
and pair of shoes you've lost in a fortnight?
You shall go straight to bed without any supper.
I must say, don't look too well.
I'll give you a dose of chamomile tea.
Yes!
Do try not to stain your aprons.
This should set you to rights, Mr. McGregor's garden, indeed.
There. Go to sleep now.
Good night, Mama.
There.
Now then, I think we're nearly ready.
Where's Peter?
Oh, perhaps he's better out of the way today.
Cotton-tail, arrange these mittens for me, will you?
I suppose your cousin Benjamin hasn't called.
No, Mama.
Breakfast time.
Lunch time.
Tea time.
Supper time.
Breakfast.
Where has Peter got to?
I'm sure I said the lane.
Or did we say the fir tree?
Or perhaps the...
To think of all I've done for her.
Are you listening to me?
Gratitude of it all.
Oh, by the way, pray you remind me to get a new pie dish.
Well, after all, I made all those scorns for that committee meeting, didn't I?
Mr. McGregor will agree.
Well, what luck! The McGregors are going out.
I'd better find Peter, though I don't really want to see Aunt Josephine.
Anyway, I'd probably only spill things or break something.
Goodness, Peter, what do you think?
Who's got your clothes?
The scarecrow in Mr. McGregor's garden.
And if you're going to laugh...
Mr. McGregor nearly caught me.
I was only looking around.
Well, maybe I tasted a few things, but you should have seen him.
No, no, that's what I came to tell you.
Mr. McGregor has gone out in the gig, and Mrs. McGregor, and for the whole day.
And I'm sure she was wearing her best hat.
Well, I hope it rains.
There, look, he's put them on the scarecrow.
Hey, I love that Tamil shanter.
The gate's along here somewhere.
It spoils people's clothes to squeeze under a gate.
The proper way to get in is to climb down a pear tree.
Goodness, be careful, Benjamin.
Aw, come on, Peter, you can do it.
Come on, you can do it.
What do you think of this, then?
I think my jacket shrunk.
Ugh, your shoes are full of water.
Here, catch.
Ugh, Mama will be dreadfully angry.
Oh, Aunt, we'll never notice.
We'll take her back a present.
Some onions, perhaps.
Come on, we can use the handkerchief to carry the onions.
Aunt will be pleased with us.
Oh, I don't think we'll need any more, Benjamin.
Otherwise, I'll only drop them.
Mm, do taste some of these.
Mm, you like this.
What I would like to do is to go home.
Oh, don't be such a warrior, Peter.
Father and I are always coming here.
We come and get lettuce for Sunday dinner.
We'll never get back up the pear tree with all these onions.
We'll try the far gate.
Come along, Peter.
Well, I'm doing my best.
Why don't you help?
Oh, no! Oh, bother!
Look out, Benjamin!
Ah!
Be more careful, Peter.
Whatever's the matter?
I just want to go home.
Well, hurry up, then.
What shall we do now?
Quick, under here!
Do you think she saw us?
What's she doing now?
No, it's all right.
She hasn't moved.
Oh, my goodness.
She's coming!
Now what do we do?
Keep quiet, Force Stark.
You don't need to cry, Peter.
I'm not.
It's these beastly onions.
I'll never look at another onion ever again.
She'll have to go in for supper soon.
Please, don't mention supper.
Where has that young rascal got to?
Mr. Bound, sir?
Have you seen my son, Peter?
He's been missing all day.
Benjamin has made himself scarce as well.
Just wondering whether I should go and look for him myself.
Believe it to me, Josephine,
I have a very good idea where they might be.
And if I'm right...
Oh, no! You don't think it's...
Return to your little ones, Josephine.
I shall deal with the young rascals wherever they may be.
Father!
Gracious! Who'd have thought?
Another one for luck, Father!
Away with you!
Now then, Benjamin first, I think.
And let me assure you,
this doesn't hurt me more than it hurts you.
Right.
You too.
Cool. Whoever heard such a toot-toot?
He'll stop and think next time, perhaps.
Oh, there, there. Don't fret.
Mr. Bouncer's gone to find...
Here he is, Josephine.
Peter!
Unfortunately, none the worse.
Oh, well, at least you've found your jacket and shoes, Peter.
Mama!
Though I shan't enquire where.
I am obliged, Mr. Bouncer.
Oh, not at all. My pleasure.
Only young ones, what?
Happily, all has ended well.
But let it be a lesson to you, Peter.
You know, Mr. McGregor never could understand
how all those tiny shoe prints came to be there.
Nor how the cat managed to shut herself up inside the greenhouse.
Locking the door from the outside.
The rain has moved on
And left a new day
Nothing seems to move, everything is still
It's just a perfect day
Shadows and light that move with the wind
Hidden violets grow splashed with summer spray
Just another perfect day
On the wild and misty side
Fear is nature's warning
Hunger here is never far away
And all of this world is for children who play
Days that never end nor wait should remain
Another perfect day
The rain has moved on
And left a new day
Nothing seems to move, everything is still
It's just a perfect day
On the wild and misty side
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