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That's in Towsetti
Pulsive place covered in great swamps full of amino acids primitive protein which they feed on by absorption
Once they need a globulin, which is the nearest equivalent of the earth
Hence the blood sacrificed on the stones. Anyway, you know all about the ugly on earth
You said there were three of these things here
God may God
Ogres they can't be far away
Anyway, you know, I've got work to do. Listen, do you buy any chance? Have any tritium crystals crystals? Yes tritium crystals tritium crystals
Oh, but don't tell what about Vivian
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Yes, little Noel is on well 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 sandbank
Underneath the root of a very big fir tree
Anyway
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
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 quorum booms
Benjamin Peter, I'll try and meet you tomorrow under the big fir tree
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 ran straight away to mr. McGregor's garden and squeezed under the gate
Oh
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
Gosh
I can't wait to tell Benjamin
Dear
Feeling funny, are we?
Still I better not leave that one on its own
Someone might notice it. Ah, oh
A tummy ache with me. Oh
Oh, I do feel rather sick faster than mr. McGregor. Are we?
Definitely something wrong with that one. Oh
I best get a little bit of parsley
Stop thief come back here you wee pest
Oh, where's that weave varmint
Ah-ha gotcha. Yeah, we
Oh, no, there goes my other shoe
Oh
Goodness, where am I now? I must get out must get out. Is this the way? No. Oh, I don't know
Oh
I'm just this way. Where is it this way? No this way?
Quick, Mr. McGregor! Mr. McGregor's coming!
Come on, Troy!
It's no use. My brass buttons are caught up.
Mrs. McGregor will put me in a pie!
Come on, keep on trying!
Quick, before Mr. McGregor comes!
Quick, Mr. McGregor! Mr. McGregor's coming!
Come on, Troy!
Quick, Mr. McGregor!
Gotcha!
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.
I know that you're here.
What the...
Stop!
Stop, thief!
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.
The gate, the gate!
I can see the gate!
Stop!
Get back here, you wee beastie!
Stop, thief!
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, you don't look too well.
I'll give you a dose of chamomile tea.
Do try not to stain your aprons.
This should set you to rights, Mr. McGregor's garden, indeed.
There, go to sleep now.
Goodnight, 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...
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 scones 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 tannoy 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.
Oh, come on, Peter, you can do it.
Come on, you can do it.
Ah!
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 Will 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 will be pleased with us.
Oh, I don't think we'll need any more, Benjamin.
Otherwise, I'll only drop them.
Mmm, do you taste some of these?
Mmm, you'll 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 a 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!
Be more careful, Peter.
Whatever's the matter?
I just want to go home.
Well, hurry up, then.
What shall we do now?
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 for a start.
There's no need to cry, Peter.
I'm not.
It's these beastly onions.
I 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
Even 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, always shall remain
Another perfect day
Let it be a lesson to you, Peter.
Only young ones, what?
Happily, all has ended well.
But let it be a lesson to you, Peter.
Thank you.