beatrix potter

Este es El cuento de Pedro el conejo, escrito por Beatrix Potter y leído por Daniel Fernando. Esta es una adaptación y grabación de LibraryCall. Había una vez cuatro conejitos llamados Flopsy, Mopsy, Colita de algodón y Pedro. Vivían con su madre bajo las raíces de un árbol. Una mañana, su mamá les dijo: "Mis queridos, pueden ir a jugar al campo, pero aléjense del jardín del señor McGregor. Ya saben que le pasó a su padre ahí. ¡La señora McGregor atrapó y lo cocinó para la cena esa noche! Bueno, voy a salir.

THE TALE OF TOM KITTEN BY BEATRIX POTTER Once upon a time there were three little kittens, and their names were Mittens, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust. But one day their mother—Mrs.

The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher, published in 1906. Once upon a time there was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in a little damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond. The water was all slippy-sloppy in the larder and in the back passage. But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and he never caught a cold! He was quite pleased when he looked out and saw large drops of rain, splashing in the pond— "I will get some worms and go fishing and catch a dish of minnows for my dinner," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher.

The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck What a funny sight it is to see a brood of ducklings with a hen! —Listen to the story of Jemima Puddle-duck, who was annoyed because the farmer's wife would not let her hatch her own eggs. Her sister-in-law, Mrs. Rebeccah Puddle-duck, was perfectly willing to leave the hatching to some one else—"I have not the patience to sit on a nest for twenty-eight days; and no more have you, Jemima.

This story is called The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. 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 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.