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THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT

CHARACTERS:

NARRATOR

MRS.RABBIT

PETER

MR. MCGREGOR

MOTHER

FLOPSY, MOPSY, AND COTTONTAIL

SCRIPT:

NARRATOR: Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits. Their names were: Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big tree.

MRS. RABBIT: My dear sons, you may go into the fields or down the road, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden – your Father had an accident there, he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor. Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.

NARRATOR: Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, to the baker’s store.

MRS. RABBIT: This bread looks good, I´ll buy it, and also five currant buns.

NARRATOR: Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries.

PETER: I´ll go straight to Mr. McGregor’s garden and under the gate!.

NARRATOR: First he ate some lettuces and some French beans, and then he ate some radishes.

PETER: Oh, I feel sick, I´ll go to look for some parsley.

NARRATOR: But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!.

MR. MCGREGOR: I am about to finish planting out these young cabbages.  But what is  that?.  Hey, you come here!. Stop thief!.

NARRATOR: Peter was most dreadfully frightened.  He rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.

PETER: Oh no, I lost one of my shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe among the potatoes.

NARRATOR: After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, but he unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.

PETER: I give myself up!.

NARRATOR: And he shed big tears. But his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself. Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter.  But Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him. And rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.

MR. MCGREGOR: I am quite sure that your are hiding somewhere in the toolshed. I will turn over each flower-pot until I find you.

NARRATOR: Then Peter sneezed.

PETER: Kertyschoo!

NARRATOR: Mr. McGregor was after him in no time, and tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work.

PETER: Uff!. I´ll sat down to rest.

NARRATOR: He was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that can. After a time he began to wander about.

PETER: How lucky I am, I found a door in a wall. Oh, but it is locked, and there is no room for a fat little rabbit like me to squeeze underneath.

NARRATOR: An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood.

PETER: Hey little mouse can you take me to the gate?.

NARRATOR: But she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.

PETER: Oh, now what shall I do?.

NARRATOR: Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water cans. A white cat was staring at some goldfish. She sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her. He had heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.

PETER: I better go back towards the tool-shed.

NARRATOR: But suddenly he heard the noise of a hoe – scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes.

PETER: Oh, It´s Mr. McGregor hoeing onions!.

NARRATOR: Mr. McGregor back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!.

PETER: I have to get down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and start running as fast as I can.

NARRATOR: Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.

MR. MCGREGOR: He escaped!. Now I will hang up the little jacket and the shoes for a scarecrow to frighten the blackbirds.

NARRATOR: Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir tree.

PETER: I am so tired!. I will rest on this nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit hole, and sleep for a while.

NARRATOR: His mother was busy cooking.

MOTHER: I wonder where are Peter´s clothes. This is the second jacket and pair of shoes that he has lost!.

NARRATOR: Peter was not very well during the evening.

MOTHER: I´ll take you to to bed. Drink this camomile tea, you will feel better. They say that one tablespoonful has to be taken at bedtime.

PETER: Thank you. It tastes good.  I feel much better now!.

FLOPSY, MOPSY, AND COTTONTAIL: We prefer bread and milk and blackberries, for supper, mother!.

THE END

Author:  Beatrix Potter

Adapted by: K I D S I N C O

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