Peter Rabbit

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a rabbit named Peter. Peter the rabbit is what his friends called him. He wished he could be called something grand like the great rabbits in history. Whenever he and his friends played "knights" he was always "Sir Lancelot II". He planned to change his name when he grew up to "Sir Lancelot II"; Very grand don't you think? He thought so. When they played he would hop around the giant tree stump in the forest nearby. Sometimes he would even jump on top and leap gracefully down to, well, land on his back. "Ouch!", he would say.
When he got home his mother scolded him for staying out so late. In reply he said, "The sorrow in my heart runs deep for, I have disgraced thine household. What might I do to please thee, fair maiden?" He was still talking in the medieval way. His mother said, “You can peel those carrots over there; and you can stop talking like that!” When they finally sat down to eat there weren’t many carrots to eat seeing as Peter had eaten most of them while peeling them. Yet another scolding for Peter. Since he had come in so late it was time for bed when dinner was all cleaned up. After his mother tucked him in, he fell asleep almost immediately. He had had a long day.

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