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AND Peter Rabbit went nicely to sleep, very glad to be at home again and very much ashamed of himself for having run away from it. And the last thing he remembered after he had rolled over to get a look

at Molly Cottontail and the twins was

feeling his Ma's soft muzzle rubbing against his face. For that is the way bunnies kiss one another good-night. PeterRabbitandhisMa1.jpg

PeterRabbit.png And his ma.jpg