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Die Geschichte von Peter Rabbit.

Von Beatrix Potter (1902).

Es waren einmal vier kleine Kaninchen, und ihre Namen waren Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail und Peter.

Sie lebten mit ihrer Mutter in einer Sandbank, unter der Wurzel einer sehr großen Tanne.

"Nun meine Lieben", sagte die alte Mrs. Rabbit eines Morgens, " ihr dürft in die Felder gehen oder den Weg hinunter, aber geht nicht in Mr. McGregors Garten: Euer Vater hatte dort einen Unfall; er wurde von Mrs. McGregor in eine Pastete eingelegt." " Nun lauft los und begeht keine Dummheit. Ich gehe aus." Dann nahm die alte Mrs. Rabbit einen Korb und ihren Schirm und ging durch den Wald zum Bäcker. Sie kaufte einen Laib Schwarzbrot und fünf Rosinenbrötchen.

Flopsy, Mopsy und Cotton-tail, die brave kleine Hasen waren, gingen den Weg hinunter, um Brombeeren zu sammeln, aber Peter, der sehr unartig war, lief geradewegs zu McGregors Garten und quetschte sich unter dem Tor hindurch!

Zuerst fraß er etwas Salat und einige Schnittbohnen; und dann fraß er einige Radieschen, und dann, nachdem er sich ziemlich krank fühlte, ging er, um nach etwas Petersilie zu schauen.

Aber um das Ende eines Gurkenbeetes herum, wen, außer Mr.McGregor, sollte er treffen ?

Mr. McGregor war auf den Händen und Knien und pflanzte junge Kohlköpfe, aber er sprang auf und rannte hinter Peter her, fuchtelte mit dem Rechen herum und rief, 'Halt, Dieb." Peter hatte furchtbare Angst; er rannte überall im Garten herum, denn er hatte den Weg zum Tor vergessen.

Er verlor einen seiner Schuhe zwischen den Kohlköpfen und den anderen Schuh inmitten der Kartoffeln.

Nachdem er die Schuhe verloren hatte, rannte er auf allen vieren und bewegte sich schneller, so dass ich denke, dass er ungeschoren entkommen wäre, wenn er nicht in ein Stachelbeer-Netz hineingerannt wäre und wenn er nicht wegen der großen Knöpfe seiner Jacke verfangen hätte. Es war eine blaue Jacke mit Messingknöpfen, ziemlich neu.

Peter gab sich verloren und vergoss dicke Tränen; aber sein Schluchzen wurde von einigen freundlichen Spatzen aufgeschnappt, die in großer Aufregung zu ihm flogen und ihn anflehten, sich anzustrengen.

Mr. McGregor ging mit einem Sieb zu, das er beabsichtigte, über Peter zu legen, aber Peter wand sich gerade rechtzeitig aus der Jacke heraus und ließ seine Jacke hinter.

Und huschte in den Werkzeugschuppen und sprang in eine Kanne. Es wäre eine schöne Sache gewesen, sich darin zu verstecken, wenn darin nicht soviel Wasser gewesen wäre.

Mr. McGregor war sich ganz sicher, dass Peter irgendwo im Werkzeugschuppen war, vielleicht unter einem Blumentopf versteckt. Er fing an, sie vorsichtig umzudrehen und schaute unter jeden einzelnen.

Derzeit nieste Peter - "Hatschi!"Mr. McGregor war in kürzester Zeit hinter ihm her und versuchte, seinen Fuß auf Peter zu setzen, der aus einem Fenster sprang und drei Pflanzen umstieß. Das Fenster war zu klein für Mr. McGregor und er war es müde, Peter nachzurennen. Er ging zurück zu seiner Arbeit.

Peter setzte sich hin, um auszuruhen; er war außer Atem und zitterte vor Angst, und er hatte nicht die leiseste Idee, welcher Weg zu gehen war. Auch war er vom Sitzen in der Kanne sehr klamm.

Nach einer Weile begann er umherzuschweifen und er lief hopp -hopp- nicht sehr schnell und schaute sich alles rundherum an.

Er fand eine Tür in einer Mauer, aber sie war verschlossen, und es gab für einen fetten, kleinen Hasen nicht genug Platz, um sich darunter durchzuzwängen.

Eine alte Maus rannte über die steinerne Türschwelle rein und raus und trug Erbsen und Bohnen zu ihrer Familie im Wald. Peter fragte sie nach dem Weg zum Tor, aber sie hatte eine so große Erbse in ihrem Maul, dass sie nicht antworten konnte. Sie bewegte nur ihren Kopf auf ihn zu. Peter begann zu weinen.

Dann versuchte er, seinen Weg quer durch den Garten zu finden, aber er wurde immer ratloser. Derzeit kam er an einen Teich, wo Mr. McGregor seine Gießkannen füllte. Eine weiße Katze starrte auf einige Goldfische; sie saß sehr, sehr still, aber hin und wieder zuckte ihre Schwanzspitze, als ob sie lebendig wäre. Peter dachte, dass es das Beste wäre, ohne mit ihr zu sprechen wegzugehen; er hatte von seinem Cousin, dem kleinen Benjamin Bunny, von Katzen gehört.

Er ging zurück zum Schuppen, aber plötzlich, ziemlich nah neben ihm, hörte er den Lärm einer Hacke – scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch. Peter sauste unter die Büsche. Aber gegenwärtig, als nichts passierte, kam er heraus und kletterte auf eine Schubkarre und spähte darüber. Das erste was er sah, war Mr. McGregor, der Zwiebeln hackte. Sein Rücken war Peter zugewandt, und hinter ihm war das Tor!

Peter stieg sehr leise von dem Schubkarren herunter und fing an, so schnell wie es ihm nur möglich war, zu rennen, auf einem geraden Weg hinter einigen schwarzen Johannisbeersträuchern.

Mr. McGregor sah ihn an der Ecke aus den Augenwinkeln, aber Peter was es egal. Er schlüpfte unter dem Tor durch, und war endlich außerhalb des Gartens sicher im Wald.

Mr. McGregor hängte die kleine Jacke und die Schuhe als Vogelscheuche auf, um die Amseln in Schrecken zu versetzen.

Peter hörte nicht auf, zu rennen oder hinter sich zu schauen, bis er nach Hause, zur großen Tanne kam.

Er war so müde, dass er auf den feinen weichen Sand auf dem Boden des Hasenbaus plumpste, und die Augen schloss. Seine Mutter war gerade mit dem Kochen beschäftigt; sie wunderte sich, was er mit seiner Kleidung gemacht hatte. Es war die zweite kleine Jacke und das zweite Paar Schuhe , die Peter in vierzehn Tagen verloren hatte!

Ich muss leider sagen, dass es Peter am Abend nicht sehr gut ging.

Seine Mutter steckte ihn ins Bett, und machte etwas Kamillentee; und gab Peter eine Portion!

" Einen Esslöffel zur Bettzeit zu nehmen." Aber Flopsy, Mopsy und Cotton-tail hatten Brot und Milch und Brombeeren zum Abendessen.
unit 1
The Tale of Peter Rabbit.
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By Beatrix Potter (1902).
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They lived with their Mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big firtree.
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She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.
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But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!
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He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
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It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.
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And rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can.
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It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.
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He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.
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The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter.
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He went back to his work.
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Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.
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She only shook her head at him.
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Peter began to cry.
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Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled.
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Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans.
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Peter scuttered underneath the bushes.
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But presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow, and peeped over.
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The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions.
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His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!
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Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care.
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He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.
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Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.
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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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His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes.
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It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight!
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I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.
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His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!
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The Tale of Peter Rabbit.

By Beatrix Potter (1902).

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were—Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.

They lived with their Mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big firtree.

“Now, my dears,” said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields or down the lane, 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.”

Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker’s. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.

Flopsy, Mopsy and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries; But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden, and squeezed under the gate!

First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes; And then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.

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

Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, “Stop thief.”

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

He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.

After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not 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 gave himself up for lost, and 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 was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed— “Kertyschoo!” 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 sat down to rest; 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, going lippity—lippity—not very fast, and looking all around.

He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.

An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate, 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.

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 has heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.

He went back towards the toolshed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe— scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow, and peeped over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!

Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some blackcurrant bushes.

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 hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.

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

He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. 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!

I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.

His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!

“One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime.”

But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.