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From the lawn beyond the garden came the
distant clacketty sound of the mowing machine.
The bluebottles buzzed about the wall, and a little
old mouse picked over the rubbish amongst the
jam pots.
(I can tell you her name, she was called
Thomasina Tittlemouse, a woodmouse with a long
tail.)
She rustled across the paper bag, and awakened
Benjamin Bunny.
The mouse apologized profusely, and said that
she knew Peter Rabbit.
While she and Benjamin were talking, close under
the wall, they heard a heavy tread above their
heads; and suddenly Mr. McGregor emptied out a
sackful of lawn mowings right upon the top of the
sleeping Flopsy Bunnies!
Benjamin shrank down under his paper bag. The
mouse hid in a jam pot.
