They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree.

 

'Now my dears,' said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, '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.'

'Now run along, and don't get into mischief. I am going out.'"

 

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

She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.

 

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, 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!