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When should we use the

quality?

Okay.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

One, two, three, go away.

Look, look, look.

Okay, now look.

Ready?

Go away.

Look, look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Hey.

Hey.

Look.

Look.

How are those pets?

Look.

I'm on my way, please, Germa.

You may be enjoying this, but I should like to get to my door.

If you please.

Oh.

Ah, Peter.

Yes, you're quite right.

You should be getting on with all those letters to the children.

Oh, yes.

Little Nell is on one again.

Poor child.

Let's see if we can cheer him up.

My dear Nell, 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, underneath the root of a very big fur tree.

Mopsy, don't push yourself.

Anyway, Mopsy and I could carry a basket.

Momma, Momma, she pulled my ears.

Come, come.

That will do.

I know my ears, 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.

He was put in a pie by Mrs McGregor.

Now, run along.

And don't get into mischief.

I'm going out.

Peter, come along, Peter.

Not likely.

Then old Mrs Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker.

Now then, a loaf of brown bread, and let me see, uh, one, two, three, four, five corral ooms.

Pssst, Benjamin.

Peter, I'll try and meet you tomorrow.

What is the big fur tree?

Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail, 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.

My mom will never find out.

And in any case, I'm quite sure I can outrun Mr McGregor.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm out of time, are we?

Oh, radishes.

My favorite.

Gosh.

Mm-hmm.

I can't wait to tell Benjamin.

Oh, dear.

Speating funny, are we?

Still, I better not leave that one on its own.

Someone might notice it.

We have found a tummy egg, would we?

Oh, oh, I do feel rather sick.

Faster than Mr McGregor, are we?

Definitely something wrong with that one.

I'd best find a little bit of parsley.

Mr McGregor, help!

Stop, Steve.

Come back here, you wee pest.

Oh, no!

How do we prepare?

Where's that wee permit?

Gotcha, you wee.

Help!

Stop!

Steve!

Oh, come back!

Wait for it.

Oh, no!

That goes right over soon.

Mm.

Ah!

Ah!

Goodness, where am I now?

Who's getting out?

Who's getting out?

Is it me, Steve?

No.

I'm making you know.

Oh, is it me, Steve?

No, this way.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

I think that one just knocked around.

Come on, keep on trying.

Before we can look right there, come on.

Mr McGregor, Mr McGregor's coming.

That's wrong!

It's not you.

My brass putch in his mouth, go on, too.

My dash and I'm going to let him put me in a pie.

Come on, keep on trying.

We've always been programmed to carry.

Mr McGregor's coming.

It's wrong!

I'm trying to be too snive.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Hey, Steve.

Ah!

Ah!

Gotcha!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

I knew that rabbit's here somewhere.

And I'll find a name to the bat.

Come on and show yourself your wee beastie.

I know find you're here.

Stop!

Stop!

Steve!

If he plays, ma'am, could you tell me the way to the gate?

Oh, please help me.

But which way?

Oh, my goodness.

I must be quiet.

Couldn't I name anyone warn me about cats?

The gate!

I can see the gate!

Stop!

Get back here, you wee beastie.

Stop thief!

Ah!

The gate!

The gate!

Argh!

Ah! It's a gate! It's a gate!

Oh no! My coat! My shoes! Oh, golly! My mouth will be furious!

What shall I tell her? I don't go back in there.

Mr. Macraver is sure to be waiting for me.

And I'm late for supper.

Peter, late again. Where have you been?

Not in Mr. Macraver's garden again, I hope. I'm wearing your clothes.

I suppose you're going to tell me that you have lost them again.

Do you realize that is the second little jacket and pair of shoes you've lost in a fortnight?

You should go straight to bed without any supper. I must say, don't look too well.

I'll give you a dose of chamomile tea.

Do try not to stain your aprons.

I'm late, friends.

This should set you to rights, Mr. Macraver's garden indeed.

Don't just leave now. Good night, Mama.

I'm late.

Now, they're nice and quinny already. Where's Peter?

Oh, perhaps he's better out of the way today.

Cottontail arranged these mittens for me, will you?

I suppose your cousin Benjamin hasn't called.

No, Mama.

Breakfast time.

Lunch time.

Tea time.

Supertime.

Breakfast.

Where has Peter got to?

I'm sure I said the lane.

Oh, did we say the fair trade?

I think I'm going to stand here.

Oh, perhaps so.

I'm afraid you have made a mistake, Mrs. Possle, wait.

Think of all I've done for her.

Are you listening to me?

In gratitude of it all.

By the way, pre-remind me to get a U-pie dish.

Well, after all, I made all those scones for that last minute to be done.

Well, look, the big Gregors are going out.

I'd better find Peter.

Though I don't really want to see like Josephine.

Anyway, I'd probably only spill things or break something.

Goodness, Peter.

What do you think? Who's got your clothes?

I'm a scarecrow and Mr. McGregor's garden.

And if you're going to laugh, Mr. McGregor nearly caught me.

Don't you look around.

Maybe I tasted a few things, but you should have seen him.

No, no.

That's what I came to say.

Mr. McGregor has gone out in the gig.

And Mr. McGregor, and for the whole day.

And I'm sure she's wearing the best hat.

Well, I hope it rains.

There. Look.

He's put them on the scarecrow.

Hey, I know that Tamishanta.

The gate's along here somewhere.

It spoils people's clothes to squeeze under the gate.

The proper way to get in is to climb down a pantry.

Goodness.

The gate's all over the gate.

I'll get it.

I'll get it.

I'll get it.

I'll get it.

I'll get it to climb down a pantry.

Goodness.

Be careful, Benjamin.

Oh, come on, Peter. You can do it.

Come on. You can do it.

What do you think of this, then?

I think my jacket's shrunk.

You shoes are full of water.

Here, catch.

Come on. We'll be dreadfully angry.

Oh, I will never notice.

We'll take a back of presents.

Some onions, perhaps.

Come on. You can use a handkerchief to carry the onions.

And we'll be pleased with this.

Oh, I don't think we need any more benchmen.

Otherwise, I want to drop them.

Mmm. Do taste some of these.

You like this.

What I would like is to go home.

Oh, don't be such a worry, Peter.

Father and I are always coming here.

We come and get lettuces for our sundae dinner.

We'll never get back up the pantry with all these onions.

We'll try the fire gate.

Come along, Peter.

Well, I'm doing my best.

Why don't you help?

Oh, no. Oh, Father. Look out, benchmen!

Be more careful, Peter. What's ever the matter?

I just want to go home.

We'll hurry up then.

What's your work?

What's your work?

Quick! Under here!

Do you think she saw us?

What's she doing now?

No. It's all right. She hasn't moved.

Oh, my goodness. She's coming.

Now, what do we do?

Be quiet for a start!

There's no need to cry, Peter.

I'm not. It's these beastly onions.

I'll never look at another onion ever again.

She'll have to go in for a second.

Please don't mention supper.

It's pretty nice.

Oh...

Where has that young rascal got to?

Mr Bouncer.

Have you seen my son, Peter?

He's been missing all day.

Benjamin has made himself scarce as well.

Hmm...

Just wondering whether I should go and look for him myself.

Leave it to me, Josephine.

I have a very good idea where they might be.

And if I'm right...

Oh no! You don't think it's...

Return to your little ones, Josephine.

I shall deal with the young rascals.

Wherever they may be.

Father!

Father!

Hey!

Ah!

Great!

Great!

Great!

Great!

It's crazy!

It is well!

Oh!

Ah!

And that!

Right hand of the child!

Oh, that's awesome!

That's it!

I didn't know it was the little family!

I...

Ah!

Oh, I will you!

Now then, Benjamin first, I think.

And right!

Home you too!

Oh!

Whoever heard such a tattoo!

Ha ha ha!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Awww...

Yeah, of course!

You mean that!

...and you will be empty!

We'll stop and think next time, perhaps!

Oh!

There!

There!

Don't fret!

Mr. Bounce has gone to find...

Of course, Josephine!

None the worse.

Oh, well, at least you've found your jacket and shoes, Peter.

Though I shan't enquire where, I am obliged, Mr Bouncer.

Oh, not at all.

My pleasure. Only young ones, what?

Happily, all has ended well.

But let it be a lesson to you, Peter.

You know, Mr McGregor never could understand how all those tiny shoe prints came to be there.

Nor how the cat managed to shut herself up inside the greenhouse.

Locking the door from the outside.

Two weeks later.

The rain has moved on.

I'm left a new day.

Nothing seems to rule everything it's still.

It's just a perfect day

The shadows are light

But we're with our wings

Even time is close, flash with some spirit

Just a love of love

Just a love of love

Just a love of love

On the one hand we steal from the sun

Fear is nature's warning

I'm good here is a little far

And all that this will do

Is for children who play

Days that never end or we should be

Another perfect day