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2. The Tale of Peter Rabbit

Once upon a time, there were four little rabbits: Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived in a cozy burrow with their mother. One morning, their mother said, “Children, you may go into the fields or the woods, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden. Your father had an accident there, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail were good little rabbits and went to pick berries. But Peter was curious and mischievous. As soon as his mother was out of sight, he ran straight to Mr. McGregor’s garden.

Peter squeezed under the gate and began eating as much as he could—lettuce, beans, and carrots. Suddenly, Mr. McGregor saw him. “Stop, thief!” he shouted, grabbing a rake.

Terrified, Peter ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. He lost his shoes in the process and tore his jacket on a thorn bush. Mr. McGregor chased him all around the garden, but Peter finally found a hole in the fence and escaped.

When Peter got home, he was tired, cold, and frightened. His mother scolded him gently. “You must listen to me, Peter. I only want to keep you safe.” She tucked him into bed with some chamomile tea, and Peter promised to be more careful in the future.

3. The Little Red Hen

One sunny morning, the Little Red Hen was scratching in the dirt when she found some grains of wheat. “These could make delicious bread,” she thought. “But first, I must plant them.” She called to her friends on the farm. “Who will help me plant the wheat?” she asked.

“Not I,” said the dog, wagging his tail.

“Not I,” said the lazy cat, stretching in the sun.

“Not I,” said the pig, rolling in the mud.

“Then I will do it myself,” said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

The wheat began to grow tall and golden. When it was ready to harvest, the Little Red Hen asked again, “Who will help me cut the wheat?”

“Not I,” said the dog.

“Not I,” said the cat.

“Not I,” said the pig.

“Then I will do it myself,” said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

After cutting the wheat, she needed to grind it into flour. “Who will help me grind the wheat into flour?” she asked.

“Not I,” said the dog.

“Not I,” said the cat.

“Not I,” said the pig.

“Then I will do it myself,” said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

Finally, she used the flour to bake a delicious loaf of bread. The smell of fresh bread filled the air, and her friends came running. “Who will help me eat the bread?” she asked.

“I will!” said the dog.

“I will!” said the cat.

“I will!” said the pig.

“No,” said the Little Red Hen. “I will eat it myself, since I did all the work.” And she did, enjoying every bite of the warm, tasty bread. Her friends learned a lesson: if you don’t help with the work, you don’t share in the reward.