The crockery
was smashed to atoms.
The chairs were broken, and the window, and the clock fell with a crash, and there
were handfuls of Mr. Tod’s sandy whiskers.
The vases fell off the mantelpiece, the canisters fell off the shelf; the kettle fell
off the hob. Tommy Brock put his foot in a jar of raspberry jam.
And the boiling water out of the kettle fell upon the tail of Mr. Tod.
When the kettle fell, Tommy Brock, who was still grinning, happened to be uppermost;
and he rolled Mr. Tod over and over like a log, out at the door.
Then the snarling and worrying went on outside; and they rolled over the bank, and
down hill, bumping over the rocks. There will never be any love lost between Tommy Brock and Mr. Tod.
As soon as the coast was clear, Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny came out of the bushes
—
“Now for it! Run in, Cousin Benjamin! Run in and get them! While I watch at the
door.”
But Benjamin was frightened —
“Oh; oh! they are coming back!”
“No they are not.”
“Yes they are!”
“What dreadful bad language! I think they have fallen down the stone quarry.”
Still Benjamin hesitated, and Peter kept pushing him —
“Be quick, it’s all right. Shut the oven door, Cousin Benjamin, so that he won’t miss
them.”
Decidedly there were lively doings in Mr. Tod’s kitchen!
At home in the rabbit-hole, things had not been quite comfortable.
After quarrelling at supper, Flopsy and old Mr. Bouncer had passed a sleepless night,
and quarrelled again at breakfast. Old Mr. Bouncer could no longer deny that he had invited company into the
rabbit-hole; but he refused to reply to the questions and reproaches of Flopsy. The day passed
heavily.
Old Mr. Bouncer, very sulky, was huddled up in a corner, barricaded with a chair.
Flopsy had taken away his pipe and hidden the tobacco. She had been having a complete turn out and
spring-cleaning, to relieve her feelings. She had just finished. Old Mr. Bouncer, behind his chair, was
wondering anxiously what she would do next.
In Mr. Tod’s kitchen, amongst the wreckage, Benjamin Bunny picked his way to the oven
nervously, through a thick cloud of dust. He opened the oven door, felt inside, and found something warm and
wriggling. He lifted it out carefully, and rejoined Peter Rabbit.
“I’ve got them! Can we get away? Shall we hide, Cousin Peter?”
Peter pricked his ears; distant sounds of fighting still echoed in the wood.
Five minutes afterwards two breathless rabbits came scuttering away down Bull Banks,
half carrying half dragging a sack between them, bumpetty bump over the grass. They reached home safely, and
burst into the rabbit-hole.
Great was old Mr Bouncer’s relief and Flopsy’s joy when Peter and Benjamin arrived in
triumph with the young family. The rabbit-babies were rather tumbled and very hungry; they were fed and put
to bed. They soon recovered.
A long new pipe and a fresh supply of rabbit-tobacco was presented to Mr. Bouncer. He
was rather upon his dignity; but he accepted.
Old Mr. Bouncer was forgiven, and they all had dinner. Then Peter and Benjamin told
their story — but they had not waited long enough to be able to tell the end of the battle between Tommy
Brock and Mr. Tod.
The End
FREDERICK WARNE
Published by the Penguin Group
Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand,
London WC2R
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Website: www.peterrabbit.com
First published by Frederick Warne 1912
This electronic edition first published 2010
New reproductions copyright ©Frederick Warne & Co., 2002
Original copyright in text and illustrations ©Frederick Warne & Co., 1912
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