Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

With opportunity the world is very interesting.

In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea - a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another. Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were HAIRPINS sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn't like to sit too near her.

Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.

This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.