MR. McGREGOR threw
down the sack on the
stone floor in a way that
would have been extremely
painful to the Flopsy Bunnies,
if they had happened to have
been inside it.

They could hear him drag
his chair on the flags, and
chuckle--

"One, two, three, four, five,
six leetle rabbits!" said Mr.
McGregor.

"EH? What's that? What
have they been spoiling
now?" enquired Mrs.
McGregor.

"One, two, three, four, five,
six leetle fat rabbits!" repeated
Mr. McGregor, counting on
his fingers--"one, two, three--"

"Don't you be silly; what
do you mean, you silly old
man?"