Joshua Pauly March 30, 2009 Final Draft The Tale of Peter Rabbit One beautiful day, as my siblings and I were about to leave our house to play in the fields; Mother stopped us in our tracks telling us not to go into Mr. McGregor’s garden. While Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who unlike me were very obedient, hopped down the lane to collect blackberries; I ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden, and squeezed under the gate. First I ate some lettuce and some French beans; and then I ate some radishes. Feeling sicker than a dog, I went to look for some parsley.
As I hopped around the end of a cucumber frame, I looked up to see Mr. McGregor on hands and knees; glancing up his face stared at me while instantly turning red like a tomato. Just as he jumped up on his two feet, I turned and ran as fast as my two little shoed feet could carry me. My father’s murderer hot on my tail waved a rake in the air while calling out, “Stop Thief! ” Death flashed before my eyes. Most dreadfully frightened, I lost my sense of direction while rushing all over the garden, which caused me to forgot the way back to the gate.
In the midst of all the turmoil I noticed that I had lost both my shoes. Looking back towards the garden I saw that I had lost one shoe in the cabbages and one in the potatoes; but as soon as I looked forward I ran into a gooseberry net. As I scrambled in every direction to get untangled, the large brass buttons on my brand new blue jacket got caught on the holes in the net. Weary yet eager, I sat down and began to think my situation out. As soon as I came up with a plan, I looked up and saw Mr. McGregor sieve in hand raised over his head.
Right as the sieve began to swiftly fall down upon me, I closed my eyes, slipped off my jacket, and squeezed through a larger than usual hole in the net. Rushing into the tool shed I searched briefly for a spot to hide. Spotting a can the perfect size I jumped into it. Much to my surprise I jumped into a can almost full of water! Shivering to the bone I cautiously poked my head over the brim of the can. While sitting in the can of ice cold water, I quietly observed Mr. McGregor furiously storm through the shed door. Walking to the back corner of the shed Mr.
McGregor started to turn over some flower pots very quickly in search of me, a homesick bunny. All of a sudden I sneezed, which caused Mr. McGregor to spin around and dash towards me; but before he could crush me with his foot, I jumped out the window, upsetting three plants in the process. I sat down to rest behind a barrel assuming that Mr. McGregor couldn’t fit through the window and was tired of chasing me. Out of breath and trembling with fright I sat there not knowing which direction to go. While sitting there I began to catch a cold after hiding in a can almost full of water.
Being clueless on what to do next I began to wander about, going lippity—lippity—not very fast, and looking all around. As I wandered about I didn’t actually notice, but I was heading in the direction of the tool shed, and suddenly, quite close to me I heard the noise of a hoe—scr-r-itch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Swiftly I scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing had happened, I came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow. Peeping over the edge, the first thing I saw was Mr. MacGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned toward me, and beyond him was the gate!
I tiptoed off the wheelbarrow very quietly, but as soon as I got to the ground I leaped as fast as I could, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes. I heard Mr. McGregor call out threats in my direction, as I slipped under the gate to safety. I never stopped running or pause to look behind me, until I got home to the big fir-tree. As I rushed through the doorway assuring myself that I was safe, I flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit hole, and shut my eyes. Later that evening I woke up feeling a bit ill; I told mother and she gave me a dose of chamomile tea before putting me to bed.