Peter Rabbit Reanimated
Beatrix Potter died in 1943, leaving her literary estate and her cottage in the Lake District to the National Trust. Realising that no royalties are payable to authors sixty five years after their death, National Trust managers contacted Potter through a spiritualist to see if she would provide them with copyrightable material. Asked what death was like, Miss Potter replied "Rather like Llandudno, but warmer".
After some negotiation, the author agreed to update her work on the understanding that it should be grittier than the original to reflect life in twenty first century Britain and yet retain the original sparsity of language and verse form. Beyond The Grave Publishing is proud to present "Peter Rabbit Re-animated" - the first posthumous retelling of Beatrix Potter's classic children's tales.
Future re-issues will include:
"The tale of binge-drinking Bobby",
"Flopsy Bunny's myxomatosis diagnosis",
"Unclean Pigling Bland and the suicide bomber",
"Jemima Puddle-Duck and the incontinence clinic",
and "Squirrel Fricase goes Cajun."
Peter Rabbit re-animated
ONCE upon a time there were four little rabbits, and their names were --
Kevin,
Kylie,
Dwayne,
and Peter.
They lived with their Mother in a council-warren,
underneath the root of a very big fir tree.
"NOW, my dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning,
"you may go to the skate-park or hang around the mall,
but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden:
Your Father was brutally murdered there and put into a pie by Mrs. McGregor,
who would have gone down for life for it
if the judge hadn't let her plea-bargain the charges down to littering."
"NOW run along, and if you get into mischief,
remember, the filth can't touch you until you're sixteen.
I am going out."
THEN old Mrs. Rabbit took her Giro and her clubcard and went through the woods to Tesco.
She bought a tin of spaghetti hoops, an economy loaf and five bottles of Smirnoff.
KEVIN, Kylie and Dwayne, who hadn't yet been served Asbos restricting their movements,
went to the mall to beg for pennies from strangers.
BUT Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden,
and tried to squeeze under the gate.
But a diet of chips and Special Brew had made Peter a very fat, little bunny indeed,
and he had to struggle over the gate instead.
FIRST he stole some cigarettes and matches from Mr. McGregor's gardening jacket,
But Peter inhaled and felt rather sick,
so he threw the cigarette into the leaf-pile and set fire to the potting-shed.
What fun!
Peter watched the flames for a while, how they leapt.
Then he set off to hot-wire the sit-on lawn-mower and take it for a joy-ride.
BUT round the end of the cucumber-frame, who should he meet but Mr. McGregor!
Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out cannabis seedlings,
but he jumped up and ran after Peter,
waving a machete and calling out, "Gypsy Vermin!"
PETER was most dreadfully frightened;
he rushed all over the garden,
for foetal alcohol syndrome had affected his brain,
and he could not remember the way back to the gate.
HE lost one of his high-tops among the cannabis,
and the other among the poppies.
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 run into camouflage netting that Mr. McGregor used to hide his Coca plants from Police surveillance helicopters.
Peter was caught by the toggles on his hoodie.
It was a black hoodie and quite newly shop-lifted from GAP.
PETER gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears;
but his sobs were overheard by some cuckoos,
who flew over to jeer and to encourage Mr. McGregor to slice him.
Peter disliked cuckoos because they come from abroad and lived on benefits.
He wriggled with extra strength to free himself,
so that he could send them back where they where they came from.
And just in time, as Mr. McGregor was getting closer with his machete!
PETER had to leave his hoodie behind but scrambled into a hedgerow,
and jumped exhausted into a hole.
It would have been a beautiful hole to hide in,
if it had not had so much water in it.
MR McGregor was quite sure that Peter had escaped through the hedge into the field beyond,
And Peter would have been quite safe if he had not been so cold.
Presently he sneezed --
"Kertyschoo!"
Mr. McGregor had gone, but Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle's brother, Dave, was there in a flash.
"Get outta my hedge!" he shouted, waving his Uzi.
"Hedgehogs!" Peter muttered as he fled back into the garden.
"Why can't they share a hedge?"
AFTER hiding for a moment he began to wander about, going --
lippity -- lippity --
Not very fast, because the lard from the chips was clogging his arteries.
He found himself at Mr. McGregor's door but there was no room to squeeze underneath.
Presently, an old mouse came out carrying Mr. McGregor's wallet,
And Peter mugged her.
Oh, how silly he felt,
When he thought that he could have asked for directions from the garden,
THEN he tried to find his way straight across the garden,
But Mr. McGregor held dog-fights at the weekend,
And his trained Rottweiler was blocking the way.
Peter Rabbit left without talking to the Rottwelier,
Because he remembered burying what was left of his cousin, Benjamin Bunny.
HE went back towards the smouldering tool-shed,
because he thought he might remember the way from there.
But when he was quite close he heard the noise of ho-ing,
"Uh, baby. Yeah, that the spot."
"You done? Where's my money?"
Peter scuttled beneath a shrub and peered out.
Presently he hopped onto a wheelbarrow, and peeped over.
The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor paying off a ho'.
His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!
PETER got down very quietly from the wheelbarrow,
And started running as fast as he could go,
Along a straight walk behind some coca bushes.
Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner,
But Peter did not care because Mr. McGregor couldn't run with his trousers around his ankles.
He struggled over the gate, and was safe at last in the woods outside the garden.
MR. McGregor hung up the little hoodie and the high-tops,
and made a scarecrow with a sign that said --
"No Travellers! No Asylum seekers! No Rabbits!"
PETER never stopped running or looked behind him till he got back to the warren.
He was so tired that he flopped down among the vodka bottles on the floor,
And shut his eyes.
His Mother wondered what he had done with his clothes,
but she didn't punish him because the Methadone was kicking in.
Instead, another new Daddy appeared and beat Peter with a stick.
He said; "Since you like running around naked so much,
I'll be up when your Mother passes out."
He gave Kevin, Kylie and Dwayne money to go for sweets,
And naughty Peter was sent to bed.
THE END
