The Tale of Peter Rabbit3
One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.
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!
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He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole and shut his eyes.
Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter d
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Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.
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I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.
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THE END
Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow; and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.
But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.