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I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!

‘One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.’

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After wanderings and tears, Peter Rabbit managed to find the way out.

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After wanderings and tears, Peter Rabbit managed to find the way out.

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PETER never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree. He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight!

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AND tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work.

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MR. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool-shed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed--’Kertyschoo!’ Mr. McGregor was after him in no time.

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Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, ‘Stop thief!’
Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate. And he lost his shoes and his new blue jacket during his escape

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Peter Rabbit started eating all the vegetabkes he found: french beans, lettuces, radishes... But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

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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!

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'Now my dears' said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, ‘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.’

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Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail,
and Peter.
They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree.