The Most-Beloved Animal Stories in One Volume. Редьярд Джозеф Киплинг

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McGregor tied up the sack and left it on the wall.

      He went to put away the mowing machine.

Mrs.Flopsy

      While he was gone, Mrs. Flopsy Bunny (who had remained at home) came across the field.

      She looked suspiciously at the sack and wondered where everybody was?

outsidethebag

      Then the mouse came out of her jam pot, and Benjamin took the paper bag off his head, and they told the doleful tale.

      Benjamin and Flopsy were in despair, they could not undo the string.

      But Mrs. Tittlemouse was a resourceful person. She nibbled a hole in the bottom corner of the sack.

Thomasina

      The little rabbits were pulled out and pinched to wake them.

      Their parents stuffed the empty sack with three rotten vegetable marrows, an old blacking-brush and two decayed turnips.

wakingBenjamin

      Then they all hid under a bush and watched for Mr. McGregor.

McGregortakesbag

      Mr. McGregor came back and picked up the sack, and carried it off.

      He carried it hanging down, as if it were rather heavy.

      The Flopsy Bunnies followed at a safe distance.

throughthearch

      The watched him go into his house.

      And then they crept up to the window to listen.

at the door

      Mr. McGregor threw down the sack on the stone floor in a way that would have been extremely painful to the Flopsy Bunnies, if they had happened to have been inside it.

      They could hear him drag his chair on the flags, and chuckle—

      "One, two, three, four, five, six leetle rabbits!" said Mr. McGregor.

atthewindow

      "Eh? What's that? What have they been spoiling now?" enquired Mrs. McGregor.

      "One, two, three, four, five, six leetle fat rabbits!" repeated Mr. McGregor, counting on his fingers—"one, two, three—"

      "Don't you be silly; what do you mean, you silly old man?"

      "In the sack! one, two, three, four, five, six!" replied Mr. McGregor.

      (The youngest Flopsy Bunny got upon the window-sill.)

onthesill

      Mrs. McGregor took hold of the sack and felt it. She said she could feel six, but they must be old rabbits, because they were so hard and all different shapes.

      "Not fit to eat; but the skins will do fine to line my old cloak."

      "Line your old cloak?" shouted Mr. McGregor—"I shall sell them and buy myself baccy!"

      "Rabbit tobacco! I shall skin them and cut off their heads."

lookingin

      Mrs. McGregor untied the sack and put her hand inside.

      When she felt the vegetables she became very very angry. She said that Mr. McGregor had "done it a purpose."

struck

      And Mr. McGregor was very angry too. One of the rotten marrows came flying through the kitchen window, and hit the youngest Flopsy Bunny.

      It was rather hurt.

timetogo

      Then Benjamin and Flopsy thought that it was time to go home.

Thomasinaincoat

      So Mr. McGregor did not get his tobacco, and Mrs. McGregor did not get her rabbit skins.

      But next Christmas Thomasina Tittlemouse got a present of enough rabbit-wool to make herself a cloak and a hood, and a handsome muff and a pair of warm mittens.

      The Tailor of Gloucester

      (Beatrix Potter)

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      In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets – when gentlemen wore ruffles, and goldlaced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

      He sat in the window of a little shop in Westgate Street, cross-legged on a table, from morning till dark.

      All day long while the light lasted he sewed and snippeted, piecing out his satin and pompadour, and lute-string; stuffs had strange names, and were very expensive in the days of the Tailor of Gloucester.

      But although he sewed fine silk for his neighbours, he himself was very, very poor – a little old man in spectacles, with a pinched face, old crooked fingers, and a suit of threadbare clothes.

      He cut his coats without waste, according to his embroidered cloth; they were very small ends and snippets that lay about upon the table – “Too narrow breadths for nought – except waistcoats for mice,” said the tailor.

      One bitter cold day near Christmas-time the tailor began to make a coat – a coat of cherry-coloured corded silk embroidered with pansies and roses, and a cream-coloured satin waistcoat – trimmed with gauze and green worsted chenille – for the Mayor of Gloucester.

      The tailor worked and worked, and he talked to himself. He measured the silk, and turned it round and round, and trimmed it into shape with his shears; the table was all littered with cherry-coloured snippets.

      “No breadth at all, and cut on the cross; it is no breadth at all; tippets for mice and ribbons for mobs! for mice!” said the Tailor of Gloucester.

      When the snow-flakes came down against the small leaded window-panes and shut out the light, the tailor had done his day’s work; all the silk and satin lay cut out upon the table.

      There were twelve pieces for the coat and four pieces for the waistcoat; and there were pocket flaps and cuffs, and buttons all in order. For the lining of the coat there was fine yellow taffeta; and for the button-holes