en-fr  The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter (1902) - EASY
L'histoire de Peter le lapin.

De Beatrix Potter (1902).

Il était une fois quatre petits lapins, ils s'appelaient : Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, et Peter.

Ils habitaient avec leur mère dans un banc de sable, sous les racines d'un très grand sapin.

—Maintenant, mes chers petits, dit un matin la vieille Madame lapin, — vous pouvez aller dans les champs ou descendre le chemin, mais n'allez pas dans le jardin de M. McGregor : votre père a eu là-bas un accident ; il a été mis dans un pâté de viande par M. McGregor. Alors passez votre chemin et ne faites pas de bêtises. Je sors. La vieille Mme Lapin prit un panier, son parapluie et entra dans le bois pour aller à la boulangerie. Elle acheta une miche de pain noir et cinq petits pains aux cassis.

Flopsy, Mopsy et Cotton-tail, qui étaient trois gentils petits lapins, descendirent le chemin pour cueillir des mûres ; mais Peter, qui était très vilain, courut tout droit au jardin de M. McGregor et se glissa sous le portail.

Il mangea d'abord quelques laitues et quelques haricots verts, puis quelques radis ; puis, se sentant un peu barbouillé, il alla chercher un peu de persil.

Mais derrière un châssis de concombre, voilà qu'il tomba sur M. McGregor !

M. McGregor était à quatre pattes en train de repiquer de jeunes choux, mais il bondit et se mit à courir après Peter, brandissant un râteau et en criant — Au voleur. Peter était complètement terrorisé : il courut en tous sens à travers le jardin, car il avait oublié le chemin vers la sortie.

Il perdit une chaussure dans les choux et l'autre dans les pommes de terre.

Après les avoir perdues, il courut à quatre pattes et accéléra, de sorte que je crois qu'il aurait pu complètement s'échapper s'il ne s'était pas jeté dans un filet de groseillier à maquereaux et y était resté accroché par les gros boutons de sa veste. C'était une veste bleue avec des boutons de cuivre, pratiquement neuve.

Peter se considéra comme perdu et il se mit à pleurer à chaudes larmes ; mais ses sanglots furent entendus par quelques gentils moineaux, qui s'envolèrent vers lui tout excités et le conjurèrent de se ressaisir.

M. McGregor arriva avec une épuisette qu'il voulait rabattre sur Peter; mais Peter se dégagea juste à temps, abandonnant sa veste derrière lui.

Il se précipita dans la cabane à outils et sauta dans une boite de conserve. Ça aurait pu être une bonne idée de se cacher là si elle n'avait pas été pleine d'eau.

M. McGregor était quasiment sûr que Peter était quelque part dans la cabane, peut-être planqué sous un pot de fleurs. Il commença à les retourner avec application, regardant sous chaque pot.

Bientôt Peter éternua — Atchoum ! M. McGregor fut sur lui en un instant, il essaya de poser le pied sur Peter qui bondit par la fenêtre en renversant trois plantes. La fenêtre était trop petite pour M. McGregor, et il en avait assez de courir après Peter. Il s'en retourna à son travail.

Peter s'assit pour se reposer, il était à bout de souffle tremblant de peur et il n'avait pas la moindre idée de la direction à prendre. En outre, il était tout mouillé d'être resté assis dans cette boite de conserve.

Au bout d'un certain temps il commença à flâner, doucement,tout doucement, à pas de loup, en observant les alentours.

Il trouva une porte dans un mur, mais elle était verrouillée, et il n'y avait pas l'espace pour qu'un petit lapin grassouillet puisse se glisser dessous.

Une vieille souris accomplissait des allers et retours sur le seuil de la porte en pierre, transportant des pois et des haricots à sa famille dans le bois. Peter lui demanda le chemin du portail, mais elle tenait un si gros pois dans le museau qu'elle ne put répondre. Elle ne lui fit seulement qu'un mouvement de tête. Peter commença à pleurnicher.

Ensuite, il essaya de se frayer un chemin à travers le jardin, mais il devint de plus en plus indécis. Il arriva bientôt à un étang où M. McGregor remplissait ses bidons d'eau. Une chatte blanche matait des poissons rouges ; elle était assise très, très calme, mais de temps en temps sa queue donnait un coup sec comme si elle était vivante. Peter considéra qu'il valait mieux partir sans même lui parler ; il avait déjà entendu des histoires de chats de son cousin, le petit Benjamin Bunny.

Il revint vers la cabane à outils, tout à coup, tout près de lui, il entendit le bruit d'une binette — scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter se précipita sous les buissons. Mais pour le moment, comme rien ne se passait, il sortit, grimpa sur une brouette et jeta un coup d'oeil. La première chose qu'il vit, fut M. McGregor en train de biner des oignons. Il tournait le dos à Peter, et derrière lui, ô miracle, se trouvait la porte !

Peter descendit sans faire aucun bruit de la brouette, courut aussi vite qu'il le pût, le long d'une allée droite derrière quelques cassissiers.

M. McGregor l'aperçut dans le coin, mais Peter ne s'en souciait guère. Il se glissa sous la porte, et se retrouva enfin sain et sauf dans le bois à l'extérieur du jardin.

M. Mc Gregor suspendit la petite veste et les chaussures et en fit un épouvantail pour éloigner les merles.

Peter ne cessa de courir sans se retourner avant d'avoir atteint la maison sous le grand sapin.

Il était si épuisé qu'il s'écroula sur le bon sable fin du terrier, et il ferma les yeux. Sa maman était en train de faire la cuisine et elle se demanda ce qu'il avait fait de ses vêtements. C'était la deuxième fois en quinze jours qu'il perdait sa veste et ses chaussures !

J'ai le regret de vous avouer que Peter ne se sentit pas très bien ce soir-là.

Sa maman le mit au lit, prépara une infusion de camomille et elle elle en donna une dose à Peter.

— Une cuiller à soupe et au lit. Mais Flopsy, Mopsy et Cotton-tail ont eu droit à un souper avec du pain, su lait et des mûres.
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The Tale of Peter Rabbit.
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By Beatrix Potter (1902).
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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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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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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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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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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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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.