The Untold Story of Peter Rabbit

Peter headed for McGregor's garden in spite of Mother's warnings: "Don't go into McGregor's garden. Your father had an accident there and McGregor put him into a pie." His anger grew as he lolloped swiftly on, revenge on his mind.

Cleverer than his father, he'd often visited McGregor's garden and never even been seen. Lettuces and carrots regularly disappeared: McGregor was incensed. Peter's plan crystalised as he reached the wire.

He headed for the rake near the cold-frame, knocked it over and nosed it into position on the path, knowing McGregor would only have eyes for his lettuce-patch. Then he hid under some sacks.

Peter heard the kitchen door: he waited. When he heard the crack and curse as McGregor trod on the rake, he leapt out onto the path. McGregor, eyes watering, rubbing his nose, couldn't believe his luck. Whirling the rake, he charged. Peter held his ground, then rushed at McGregor's feet. His timing was perfect: McGregor fell heavily onto the cold-frame and lay twitching among the shards of glass, blood pouring from his throat. Peter watched till McGregor lay still then hopped to the lettuces. He soon had hiccups from nibbling and grinning at the same time.

by
Axerbit Tropte