CUENTOS DEL MUNDO :CUENTOS AMERICANOS 2 PETER RABBIT

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EN VERSIÓN ESPAÑOLA

Pedro, el conejo

Había una vez cuatro conejitos, y sus nombres eran Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, y Pedro. Vivían con su madre en un banco de arena, debajo de la raíz de un enorme abeto.

Esa mañana la vieja señora Conejo dijo, "voy a la panadería a comprar pan marrón y panecillos con pasas. Ustedes pueden pasear por el campo o por el sendero, pero no entren al jardín del señor McGregor. Su padre tuvo allí un accidente; y la señora McGregor lo puso en un pastel."

 Flopsy, Mopsy, y Cottontail, que eran buenos conejitos, fueron por el sendero a recoger zarzamoras... pero Pedro, que era muy travieso, se fue directamente al jardín del señor McGregor y se metió por debajo de la puerta del jardín!  Primero, comió una poca de lechuga y algunas habas, y luego algunos rábanos. ¡En el momento que estaba buscando perejil, a quién se encontró si no al señor McGregor!

El señor McGregor saltó y corrió tras de Pedro, gritando, "¡detente, ladrón!"

Esto asusto mucho a Pedro. Corrió por todo el jardín, ya que se le había olvidado la manera de regresar a la puerta del jardín.  Desafortunadamente, el tropezó con una maya de grosellas y quedó atrapado por uno de los botones de cobre de su chaqueta. Pedro se dio por perdido; pero sus sollozos fueron oídos por unos amistosos gorriones, que volaron sobre él con gran entusiasmo y le pidieron que intentara liberarse.  En el preciso momento en que el señor McGregor venía para encima con un tamiz, con el que se proponía atraparlo, Pedro se escurrió de su chaqueta, dejándola tras de él.  Pedro se apresuró al cobertizo de herramientas y saltó dentro de una lata de riego. Hubiera sido buena idea ocultarse en ella, si no hubiera estado llena de agua.  El señor McGregor estaba absolutamente seguro que Pedro estaba en alguna parte del cobertizo de herramientas, quizás ocultado debajo de un tiesto de flores. Él comenzó a levantarlos, uno a uno.

Pedro estornudó repentinamente..¡Achoó!  El señor McGregor estaba tras de él sin perder el tiempo.. Pedro saltó por una ventana. Afortunadamente la ventana era muy pequeña para el señor McGregor. Entonces, Pedro se alejó del cobertizo y alrededor del jardín.  Por fin encontró la puerta del jardín y se deslizó por debajo de esta. Pedro por fin se encontraba a salvo en el bosque.  Me es penoso decirles que Pedro no se sintió muy bien esa noche. Su madre lo puso a la cama y le dio una dosis de té de camomila, y le dijo:

"Una cucharita antes de dormir. "

Pero Flopsy, Mopsy, y Cottontail disfrutaron de pan, leche y zarzamoras para la cena.

EN VERSIÓN ORIGINAL INGLESA

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were

Flopsy,

Mopsy,

Cotton-tail,

and Peter.

They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree.



“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: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.”

“Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.”

Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker’s. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries;



But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden, and squeezed under the gate!

First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes;

And then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.

But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, “Stop thief.”

Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.

He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.

After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.



Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself.

Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him.

And rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.

Mr. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower- pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed— “Kertyschoo!” Mr. McGregor was after him in no time,

And tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work.

Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.

After a time he began to wander about, going lippity—lippity—not very fast, and looking all around.



He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.

An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.

Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat was staring at some goldfish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her; he has heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.



He went back towards the toolshed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe— scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow, and peeped over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!



Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.

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 the garden.

Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.

Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.

He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight!

I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.

His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!

“One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.”

But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.