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Peter Rabbit has a minion!
Beans the Ears
Beans the Ears
Peter Rabbit
Legacy Name: Peter Rabbit
The
Nostalgic KanisOwner: Cavity
Age: 13 years, 11 months, 3 weeks
Born: April 24th, 2012
Adopted: 13 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: April 24th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 45
- Strength: 16
- Defense: 12
- Speed: 13
- Health: 16
- HP: 16/16
- Intelligence: 33
- Books Read: 33
- Food Eaten: 455
- Job: Seed Sorter
The thing about gardens is the gardeners. And also the cats. And, of course, the fences, particularly if they are kept in good repair. Peter Rabbit had learned hard lessons about gardens and their gardeners and their cats and their fences, and for a good long time, he did not dare venture into one again. It had been a bad business in Mr. McGregor’s garden last spring, and his father had been put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor once.
Despite everything—a good scare being chased by Mr. McGregor, mislaying the gate, a tummy ache, five hours under a basket with his cousin Benjamin, and several doses of chamomile tea—it was not in Peter’s nature to be as good a little rabbit as his sisters. Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail always did as Mrs. Rabbit told them, and somehow even managed to stay out of trouble even without their mother telling them. Peter, on the other hand, was very naughty, and it was therefore inevitable that when his cousin came to call—round the back of the sandy bank so as not to meet Mrs. Rabbit—the two young bunnies went on a walk together. If they were not particularly looking for mischief, all the same it seemed likely they would not fail to find it.
Benjamin fancied some lettuces, but Peter was still reluctant to risk Mr. McGregor or his cats.
“Besides,” he added. “The lettuces aren’t at their best this time of year. What about some radishes?”
The radishes, it should be noted, were planted very near the gate.
They scampered down the path, clambered over the wall, and squeezed under the gate into Mr. McGregor’s garden. Having no handkerchiefs or sacks about their persons, they took only as many radishes as they could conveniently carry, ate a few more than they could comfortably fit in their tummies, and promptly...
...lay down...
...for a nap.
It was well past midday when Mr. McGregor woke from his nap—he was getting on in years, you know—and went out to tend the garden. Much to his surprise, he found two fat bunnies asleep in the sun, each wearing a little coat with shiny brass buttons. He rubbed at his eyes, wondering if he was still asleep himself.
“Mrs. McGregor!” He called over his shoulder, keeping one suspicious eye on the sleepyheads. “Come out here for a moment, won’t you?”
Now, Mr. McGregor had a hoe at hand and it could have turned out quite badly for Peter and Benjamin, but his shouting woke them, and up they jumped. They were off like a shot toward the gate, and though it took quite a bit more squeezing this time—on account of all the radishes on the inside and the brass buttons on the outside--they made it under the gate, over the wall, and into the woods again.
When Peter came home again, his mother scolded him for having lost a button and—having quite spoiled his appetite—he sent himself to bed without supper.
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Despite everything—a good scare being chased by Mr. McGregor, mislaying the gate, a tummy ache, five hours under a basket with his cousin Benjamin, and several doses of chamomile tea—it was not in Peter’s nature to be as good a little rabbit as his sisters. Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail always did as Mrs. Rabbit told them, and somehow even managed to stay out of trouble even without their mother telling them. Peter, on the other hand, was very naughty, and it was therefore inevitable that when his cousin came to call—round the back of the sandy bank so as not to meet Mrs. Rabbit—the two young bunnies went on a walk together. If they were not particularly looking for mischief, all the same it seemed likely they would not fail to find it.
Benjamin fancied some lettuces, but Peter was still reluctant to risk Mr. McGregor or his cats.
“Besides,” he added. “The lettuces aren’t at their best this time of year. What about some radishes?”
The radishes, it should be noted, were planted very near the gate.
They scampered down the path, clambered over the wall, and squeezed under the gate into Mr. McGregor’s garden. Having no handkerchiefs or sacks about their persons, they took only as many radishes as they could conveniently carry, ate a few more than they could comfortably fit in their tummies, and promptly...
...lay down...
...for a nap.
It was well past midday when Mr. McGregor woke from his nap—he was getting on in years, you know—and went out to tend the garden. Much to his surprise, he found two fat bunnies asleep in the sun, each wearing a little coat with shiny brass buttons. He rubbed at his eyes, wondering if he was still asleep himself.
“Mrs. McGregor!” He called over his shoulder, keeping one suspicious eye on the sleepyheads. “Come out here for a moment, won’t you?”
Now, Mr. McGregor had a hoe at hand and it could have turned out quite badly for Peter and Benjamin, but his shouting woke them, and up they jumped. They were off like a shot toward the gate, and though it took quite a bit more squeezing this time—on account of all the radishes on the inside and the brass buttons on the outside--they made it under the gate, over the wall, and into the woods again.
When Peter came home again, his mother scolded him for having lost a button and—having quite spoiled his appetite—he sent himself to bed without supper.
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