Beatrix Potter

One day he ventured to go alone into the garden, which was a forbidden place to him.

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.

First he ate some lettuces and some French beans. And then he ate some radishes.

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

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

Uncle Peter had been grown up for two days before they found where he was.

Peter began to cry, but suddenly he became quite still. He looked around.

He was just going to run away and pick strawberries when he received a severe shock.

When Peter got home, his mother forgave him, because she was so glad to see that he had found his way back all by himself and that he was safe and sound.

But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden and squeezed under the gate!

Suddenly he dropped out of sight, and when he came into view again, a great coal-dust-black kitten was carried in his mouth.

Just as he reached the door, it was pulled open from outside, and a man walked in on his hands and knees and began to clear away some of the things on the floor, to make a little path.