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A
S the bullfrog was not at all inclined to be friendly, he did not stop to dry himself, but trotted on for quite a while before he stopped in a sunny spot and T
OOK off the nice red coat his Ma had made for him and hung it on a sumac bush to dry.

He was beginning to feel PeterRabbitandhisMa23.jpg hungry and wondered where all the good things were that Susan Shrew-Mouse had

promised him. While wondering where he would find his luncheon, and wishing he

had not so hastily disposed of his nice turnip, he heard a funny little squeaking voice behind him. It seemed to be speaking as well as squeaking to him.

"How do you do, Peter Rabbit?" it said.

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And turning around, Peter saw a plump little field-mouse sitting by the side of the path.

M

Y cousin, Susan Shrew-Mouse, sent me word by the carrier pigeon that you were coming this way. Pray come and have luncheon with me,” it said.

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PeterRabbitandhisMa24.jpg PETER Rabbit was certainly

delighted, for his little round tummy had started to give him some inside information, and it was of a kind that made him uncomfortable. He had never been hungry before, and he thought with regret of the good food his mother had always provided, and he began to see himself in the light of a very

ungrateful bunny, indeed.

SUPPOSE he never
found his way home
and never saw his
Ma and Molly Cottontail
and the twins again?

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Two

large

tears

rolled

down his

long

nose at

the

dreadful

thought. PeterRabbitandhisMa25.jpg

BUT the voice of Freddie
Field-Mouse broke in upon his gloomy reverie.
Luncheon was all laid out on a large,
flat stone under a shady green bush
and the two
furry friends
feasted

PeterRabbitandhisMa33.jpg on crisp green lettuce, fresh pink radishes and tempting yellow carrots. So long did they sit over the meal that Peter discovered, much to his dismay, that the sun was beginning to sink in the west.

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