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Have a look, Cap.

I'm in my way, please, Jemima.

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

I'm in my way, Cap.

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

Ah, Peter.

Yes, you're quite right.

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

Now, though I first told Cousin Stephanie how little Lucy Carr first encountered Mrs. Tiggy Wonka,

I really think it only fair that Lucy should see how it all turned out.

So, I shall instead send Cousin Stephanie the latest news of Mr. Jeremy Fisher.

I'm sure little Lucy has many happy memories of our mutual friend, dear Mrs. Tiggy Wonka.

From whom, in fact, I first heard what a bit fallen that unfortunate frog, Mr. Jeremy Fisher.

I was a little girl called Lucy, who lived at a farm called Little Town.

She was a good little girl, only she was always losing her handkerchiefs.

Oh, where is it? It's not in this pocket. Definitely gone.

I've lost my pocket handkin. That's three handkins and a pinna-four. Oh, dear.

Have you seen them, Tabby Kitten?

Sally Henny, Penny. Have you found three pocket handkins?

Oh!

Well, that wasn't very helpful.

What's it, Tabby Kitten?

Not in here.

Oh, Cockrobin, have you seen my handkins?

Oh, where can they be?

I walked down here the other day with Miss Butter.

Perhaps if I go the same way, they must be along it somewhere.

Oh, there's someone.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, that's my soul.

Have you seen my pocket handkins? Or even a pinna-four?

Yeah, I've read not young lady.

Thank you, sir. I shall have to keep looking, then.

Sorry, I can't be of more help.

What?

Mama is not going to be pleased.

Well, best of luck.

Goodbye.

What ever will die be doing with pocket handkins?

Oh, Father.

Oh, what's that?

I'm sure it's a good thing.

I'm sure it's a good thing.

Oh, what's that?

I'm sure it's a good thing.

Oh, what's that?

I'm sure I can see some little pieces of white.

They might just be my lost handkins.

Goodness.

Who could have put such a tiny bucket there?

It's no bigger than an egg cup.

Oh.

And look at those tiny little footmarks.

They must have been made by a very small person.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

No it doesn't function perfectly.

It will not bring, you have to understand.

Oh.

I'm Lucy.

What do you think?

I wonder who lives here.

I wonder who lives here.

I wonder who lives here.

Spimsyiru.

That's Roger.

I know.

Thank you Mrs. Teaguewinkle.

What's that thing?

That's not my pocket hand, Ken.

Oh, no, if you please them.

That's a little skalic base.

It's called the longing to cock-rub it.

No, no, that isn't my penny.

Oh, no, if you please them.

That's a damask table cloth belonging to Janira.

Look how it's stained with couldn't wine.

It's very bad to wash.

There's one of my pocket hand, Ken.

And look, there's my penny.

They fancy that they were there all the time.

Well, I knew I'd got them somewhere.

I'll just put the iron over them and got them.

Oh, it's Frankie, Mrs. Teaguewinkle.

Now, where did I leave my gaffery?

Now, who could that possibly belong to?

That Sir Isaac Newton's.

Not that you're a man would wish me to be discussing gentlemen's.

I'd tie you with you if you please them.

Oh, that is lovely.

And my speciality is if you please them.

Now, then, just give me a moment.

Goodness, what are they?

They seem to have fingers instead of feet or perhaps they're gloves.

Oh, that's a pair of stuckings belonging to Sally Henney, Petney.

Stuckings?

Look how she's worn the heels out scratching in the yard.

She'll very soon go barefoot.

Why? There's another hanker step, but it isn't mine.

It's red.

Oh, that woman belongs to old Mrs. Robbie.

And it did so smell of onions.

I've had to wash it separately.

What are these dears so fluffy things?

Oh, those are woolly coats belonging to the little lambs at scale, girl.

Do their jackets take off?

Oh, yes, if you please them.

Look out the sheet back on the shoulder.

This one's my faggies gaff, and three that come from Little Tab.

And what are you doing now?

I always has to stop these little dicky shirt fronts.

They're dumb pit mouses and even most terrible particular.

How smart?

There.

Now I've finished my eye, and then...

I'll just find these up to here.

And I'd take it very kindly if you would hand the things up to me.

Of course.

Thank you, my dear.

Dear me, what happened to this?

Now, there's a story.

As I heard tell, your masterpiece...

I did not always escape from Mr. McGregor's garden.

Mr McGregor!

Stop, thief! Come back here, you wee pest!

Look at you get out with your skin by all accounts.

But the jacket was left behind, and what were the rain and all?

Well, that does my best.

Look, even the buttons are gone, Ray.

And Mrs. Tiggie Winkle and Lucy sat down to take some tea.

All through Mrs. Tiggie Winkle's gown and cap, there were hairpins sticking wrong end out.

So that Lucy didn't like to sit too near her.

I wasn't expecting a visit to this afternoon.

Now, I always look like a bee here, and we'll be off.

Now we'll go and deliver the washing.

Where should we be going first?

Well, if you please, I'm down in the wood below is the big furtry.

So we should call her Mrs. Rabbit first.

I hope she can match those buttons.

Seeing as it's not the first time, no, you're not.

What?

That's not the word, she always is rabbit keeps a job.

Then away down the hill, trotted Lucy and Mrs. Tiggie Winkle with the bundle of clothes.

The very first little animals they met were Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny.

Hello.

Tell you, my mark.

I don't know, I'm very bad with the jacket, but as you can see...

I will, Mrs. Tiggie Winkle.

And all the little animals and birds were so very much obliged to dear Mrs. Tiggie Winkle.

So at the bottom of the hill, there was nothing left to carry except one little bundle.

And that belonged to Mr. Jeremy Fisher.

What will they get up to next?

Mr. Jeremy Fisher, a most elegant and gentle manly frog, lives down by the lake.

I do believe I saw him fishing when I was searching for my handkins.

Oh, dear me, do take care, Mrs. Tiggie Winkle.

I'm not just human, I used to be.

Mind how you go, Mrs. Lucy, with your clean boots.

Water and mud everywhere, don't know how he can be.

John, there, a gentleman has a right to live how he will.

Mr. Jeremy!

Ladies, oh boy!

I was just about to leave your clean washing and collect from the porch, as usual, Mr. Jeremy, sir.

Ah, yes, I mean no, dear lady.

Afternoon, ma'am.

How do you do?

Afraid I have some rather dirty linen here in this basket, so it's not a muddy, your gown.

In the basket.

Mm-hmm.

Bless my soul. Oh, dear, mercy me, Mr. Jeremy.

Oh, little Miss Hep, that is to say, well, not so little, really, more of an accident.

Very nearly fatal.

Skid of my teeth and all that, don't you know?

Mercy me, Mr. Jeremy, what have you done to your poor fingers?

Oh, they're the very least of it.

Oh, Mr. Jeremy!

Much worse happen than a few scratched fingers, I assure you.

A really frightful thing it would have been had and not been wearing my Macintosh.

It's a tale that hardly bears telling.

In fact, I still feel a little faint of the recollection.

And yet the day had started so well, it but let me start from the beginning.

Ah, I just drop a brain.

Be good fishing today, I sure wonder.

I'll get some worms and catch a dish of milos from my dinner.

If I catch more than five fish, I'll invite my friends, Mr. Alderman, Tommy and Sir Isaac Eudel.

Oh, the Alderman, however, eats salad.

No.

Macintosh?

It got loshes?

No.

Where did I leave?

I've thought much sandwiches.

I know just a place for milos.

Mr. Jeremy settled himself cross-legged and arranged his fishing tackle.

He had the dearest little red float.

His rod was a tough stalk of grass.

His line was a fine, long white horse hair, and he tied a little wriggling worm at the end.

The rain trickled down his back.

And for nearly an hour, he stared at the float.

This is getting tiresome.

I foresee, I fear, an adjustment to the dinner menu.

I need a butterfly sandwich and wait until the shower is over.

If I could recall exactly what provisions I have in my larder...

No.

You beastly creature!

What a nasty, underhanded thing to do.

Jeremy, I trust that is not a rat.

Oh, is there no piece to be had anywhere?

I'd better get away from here.

Does someone...

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, that's my soul.

Have you seen my pocket handkins, or even a pinafore?

I'm afraid not young lady.

Oh, well.

Sorry, I can't be of more help.

Eh, what?

My mara is not going to be pleased.

Goodbye.

Whatever, next.

Dear me.

Whatever.

What I've been doing with pocket handkins.

And pinafore's indeed.

Pinafore's indeed.

Amino.

Amino!

I have him by the nose!

Ray!

Ow!

Oh!

Oh, good, no!

Oh!

I cooked this, oh no!

Ouch!

What are you doing on the end of my lime, Jack Sharp?

Ouch!

Get off my boat, this instant!

Ow!

I'm passing little rascals.

Oh, what's the doom?

Two such good friends.

One cannot sit the bed.

But I say I'm good to you.

They do expect rather a good table.

If only I could remember what I have in the pantry.

Grasshoppers.

Just a thing.

I can find a bit of lettuce for all the mentolemy.

But...

I cannot.

Gilkey.

Never. Never. Have I been so glad to see the light of day? Never has the air smelled

so sweet. Oh, what a messy that was not a pike. Oh, oh, oh, my favorite rod, my basket,

my only pair of goloshes gone, all gone, oh, oh, oh, no, it doesn't much matter, but I'm sure I

should never have dared go fishing again. Just look at my best Macintosh, all in tatters. Oh, mercy me,

it was a nightmare. I assure you truly frightfully, though. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Miss Lucy, here are Mr. Fisher's

guests. We must be on our way. I'll do my best with your things, sir, but I can't promise they'll come up

like new. Thank you, Mrs. Tiki Winkle. No, I can rely on you, ma'am. Good evening, is it Isaac? Good evening,

Alderman. Good evening, ma'am. Very pleasant. Indeed, dreaming, Alderman. Good evening, Isaac. Good evening,

good to be able to chat. But how kind, very thoughtful. Though, I have remembered you will need salad. Goodbye,

Mr. Jeremy. Goodbye, Mr. Jeremy, Fisher. Come and look, Miss Lucy. Your mama will be looking for you.

She'll have your supper on the table. So...

Ah-ha!

It's a normal story. I'll save it for the port. Perhaps it might take a glass of pond wine with our

rose grasshopper and Lady Bird sauce.

There, Miss Lucy. Yes, where you go your way and I go mine. Please remember me kindly to Miss Lotta,

if you should see her before I do. And, I'd like to say, we'll meet another day. Good night.

But...

Good night. But... where's your cat? You're sure? Your gal? If I didn't know better, Mrs. Tiki Winkle,

I should think that you were nothing better. Her chalk.

But then how could she have found three clean pocket-hanking and a penny pinned with a silver safety pin?

And besides, I've seen the little door into the back of the hill.

And besides, I am well acquainted with Mrs. Tiki Winkle, as you very well know.

The rain has moved on. I'm left a new day. Nothing seems to rule everything we still.

It's just a perfect day.

The shadows in light, but we're with our will.

Even when it's washed, washed with sunny spring Justin's logo.

A...

binding to all...

I'll get you

No more

buries

Wearing nature's warrior

A...

Those poor children here

ires that never, never rush here

And love would burn

Dead

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