LETTERS OF NOTE: HOW PETER RABBIT NEARLY GOT CAUGHT Peter Rabbit, one of the best-known characters of English children’s literature, was born on the page when Beatrix Potter wrote to 5-year-old Noel Moore. He was bedridden when his mom’s friend, Potter, s

My dear Noel, I don’t know what to write to you, so I shall tell you a story about four little rabbits whose names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter.

They lived with their mother in a sand bank under the root of a big fir tree.

“Now my dears,” said old Mrs Bunny, “you may go into the field or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr Mcgregor’s garden.”

Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail, who were good little rabbits, went down the lane to gather blackberries, but Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr Mcgregor’s garden and squeezed underneath the gate.

First he ate some lettuce, and some broad beans, then 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 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 and 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 among the potatoes.

After losing them he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he would have got away altogether, if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net and got caught fast by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.

Mr Mcgregor came up with a basket which he intended to pop on top of Peter, but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind, and this time he found the gate, slipped underneath and ran home safely.

Mr Mcgregor hung up the little jacket and shoes for a scarecrow, to frighten the blackbirds.

Peter was ill during the evening, in consequence of overeating himself. His mother put him to bed and gave him a dose of camomile tea, but Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.

I am coming back to London Peter Rabbit’s creator, Beatrix Potter. next Thursday, so I hope I shall see you soon, and the new baby.

I remain, dear Noel, yours affectionately BEATRIX POTTER