Miss Potter Page #4
Bertram, come along.
Die, you little devil!
Right. Prince Charming himself
couldn't resist
such a bonny, wee girl.
Not when he meets my brother,
Vlad the lmpaler.
- Got you!
- Bedtime my young reprobates.
open, or?
No! I don't like fairy beasts.
Well, it is a well-known fact that
fairy beasts never eat a child
when he's tucked up in his own bed.
The fairies have been
in the north country
for hundreds of years,
and have had many adventures.
I told you about you
a changingly child?
No.
Yes, several times.
I want to hear it.
Oh, go ahead, Fiona.
I'll tell myself a story.
Right.
Once upon a time,
there was a king and a queen.
Once upon a time,
there were four little rabbits.
Their names were...
Flopsy, Mopsy...
Cotton-tail and Peter.
'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.'
"'Why not, Mother?'
'Because your father had
an accident there.
He was put in a pie
by Mrs McGregor.'
Peter, who was very naughty,
ran straightaway to
Mr McGregor's garden,
I like it.
But round the end of
the cucumber frame,
whom should he meet,
but Mr McGregor!
Peter was out of breath and
trembling with fright,
and he had not the least idea
which way to go.
- It's muddy, actually.
- One more, Mr Mortimer.
Lighten it up.
Mr McGregor caught sight of him
at the corner,
but Peter did not care.
He slipped underneath the gate
and was safe at last
in the wood outside.
Not quite. See here?
It's still a bit...
When Peter came home
his mother put him to bed
with a tablespoonful of camomile tea.
But Flopsy, Mopsy and Cotton-tail
had bread and milk
and blackberries for supper.
This book, it's changed things
for me, Mr Warne.
How so?
For one thing, it's given me
the chance to prove to my mother
that an unmarried woman of 32 can
do more than attend tea parties
- and smile at dull conversations.
- Yes, indeed.
You know, my family never wanted me
to get into publishing either.
We do make rather a good team,
don't you think?
Provided, of course,
we prove them wrong.
Mother, this is Miss Potter.
At last, we poor forgotten folk
in Bedford Square get to share
some of Norman's excitement.
Mrs Warne, it's so kind of you
to invite me.
Nonsense. It was the desperate
act of a woman who was beginning
to forget what her son looked like.
Mother!
And this is my sister, Amelia.
Hello.
Norman allowed us a peek at
Peter Rabbit, Miss Potter.
So we wheedled, cajoled,
and absolutely insisted that
Norman bring you round for tea.
I have decided that you and I
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