The Tale of Peter Rabbit

A classic tale with a tail, Peter Rabbit’s which follows him into mischief all the way to Mr. McGregor’s garden.

The Tale of Peter Rabbit 

by Beatrix Potter

Only slightly adapted for radio

by Jules de Jongh

[title sequence-jingle with title]

Nanny Bea: Tales and tea? What more could a Nanny Bea ask for? Did I tell you, I’m Nanny Bea! Welcome my listening friends to my cosy cottage I like to call Dave. Well, most often I wait for my neighbour, Jules to tell us about our story of the day but I’m so delighted I simply can’t help myself. One of my dear friends, Peter Rabbit will feature. Oh Peter, Peter, Peter. He knows his way to mischief no matter where he’s heading. And I’ve learned a trick or two from Mrs Rabbit. Why I’ve just knitted an entirely new wardrobe for the squirrels based on her designs. That little blue coat is what all the fashion conscious squirrels will be seen in this season. 

[knock knock knock].

Nanny Bea: Oh, who ever could that be?

Jules: Hi Nanny Bea, it’s Jules.

Nanny Bea: As in gem stones or my neighbour?

Jules: Your neighbour Jules and I’ve got a great story.

Nanny Bea: Oh yes indeed you do! I have a confession to make, I simply lost control and I told our listening friends about Peter.

Jules: I totally understand. The Tale of Peter Rabbit is a jewel, like the stone not my name.

Nanny Bea: It includes a rather sneaky WonderWord as well. [wonderword jingle] You must pay close attention my listening friends and see if you can find it. We had the most clever chappy leave a message.

Charlie: Hello Nanny Bea, it’s Charlie here and I have a WonderWord for you. Today’s WonderWord is Fortnight. A fortnight is an old fashioned word for two weeks and also a new fashioned word for an online game. Bye.

Nanny Bea: Why thank you Charlie for that riviting message. We’ll be on the lookout for fortnight in our story. In my excitement, I already popped the kettle on.

Jules: Yes our tea. As it’s Mrs Rabbit’s favourite, I’ve brought some camomile tea.

Nanny Bea: That she administers as medicine. 

Jules: In that case, are you ready for a story?

Nanny Bea: Yes please!

Jules: Okay then, The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names

were…Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail…

Nanny Bea: and Peter, don’t forget Peter!

Jules: Of course, Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail and Peter all lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree.

‘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.’ ‘Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.’

Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through

the wood to the baker’s. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five

currant buns.

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!

First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate

some radishes; and then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley. But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr.McGregor!

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. He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.

After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I

think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately

run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his

jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.

Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were

overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great

excitement, and implored him to exert himself.

Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the

top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket

behind him. And rushed into the tool-shed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it. Mr. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the

tool-shed, perhaps hidden under 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. 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 so he went back to his work.

Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with

fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was

very damp with sitting in that can.

After a time he began to wander about, going lippity–lippity–not

very fast, and looking around. He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath. An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.

Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he

became more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat was staring at some

gold-fish, she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her

tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away

without speaking to her; he had heard about cats from his cousin,

little Benjamin Bunny.

He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him,

he heard the noise of a hoe–scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch.

Peter scuttered under the bushes. But presently, as nothing

happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow and peeped over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!

Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow; and started running

as fast as he could go, along the straight walk behind some

black-currant bushes.

Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not

care. He slipped under the gate, and was safe at last in the wood

outside the garden. Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds. 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!

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.’

But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and

blackberries for supper.

The end [book close]

Nanny Bea:  Oh, just as I remembered it. Thank you Jules. That rascally Peter, will he ever learn?

Jules: Well I’ll just have to come back with another one of his stories to find out. But not for a while, next week we’ll have a completely different tale and you’ll be glad to know Nanny Bea, a completely different tea.

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