Peter Rabbit Redux

Owen sits in his high chair this morning, slowly eating scrambled eggs and toast.He mumbles to himself:

“Once upon a time there were four little bunnies, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter. They lived with their mother under the root of a very large fir tree…”

I sip some more coffee. Chat with Duncan. Owen rambles on through what is currently one of his favourite books.

“I am going out!” (this is Peter’s mother and is always spoken imperatively by Owen).

“Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries, but Peter, who was very naughty, went STWAIGHTAWAY to MISTO’ MAGWEGO’s garden, and SQUEEZED under the gate.”

I go back to my coffee; focus on a story on the radio. Owen narrates, “STOP, THIEF!” (his favourite line). Then I hear:

“Peter say, No! Misto’ Magwego’ you NOT eat me. I go home now. NO! You NOT EAT me.”

“Is that what Peter said?”

“Yeah. He say, ‘No pie for you!'”

I kid you not. “No pie for you.” And Seinfeld seems buried in the mists of time.

Peter Rabbit, Pie Nazi.