&quot;...One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank.<br />He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony.<br />A gig was coming along the road; it was driven by Mr. McGregor, and beside him sat Mrs. McGregor in her best bonnet.<br />As soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road, and set off&mdash;with a hop, skip, and a jump&mdash;to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr. McGregor&#39;s garden...&quot;