The Tale of Mr. Tod E-Book

Beatrix Potter

• Herausgeber: Cervantes Digital
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Welcome to the enthralling world of "The Tale of Mr. Tod" by Beatrix Potter, a story that beckons you into the mysterious and adventurous lives of woodland creatures. In this gripping tale, prepare to follow the cunning Mr. Tod, a fox of deceit and craftiness, as he navigates a world where danger and cleverness intertwine.

Meet Mr. Tod, a sly and strategic fox with a penchant for plotting and mischief. He finds himself in a race against time and another formidable foe, Tommy Brock, a badger of brawn and stubbornness. Their clash takes unexpected twists as they both have their eyes set on a young family of rabbits.

Beatrix Potter's storytelling is an engaging blend of suspense, wit, and the spirit of perseverance. The tale unfolds amidst vivid illustrations that beautifully capture the essence of the animal characters and the breathtaking landscapes they inhabit.

The illustrations in this tale are a testament to Beatrix Potter's artistic genius, evoking a sense of wonder and fascination with each turn of the page. The characters come to life with detailed expressions and dynamic scenes that enrich the narrative.

"The Tale of Mr. Tod" is a timeless tale that keeps readers on the edge of their seats, revealing valuable life lessons about wit, survival, and the unpredictable nature of the world. So, step into the world of these cunning creatures, and let their story captivate your imagination and leave you pondering the essence of cleverness and courage.

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Cervantes Digital

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THE TALE OF MR. TOD

BY

BEATRIX POTTER

I have made many books about well-behaved people. Now, for a change, I am going to make a story about two disagreeable people, called Tommy Brock and Mr. Tod.

Nobody could call Mr. Tod "nice." The rabbits could not bear him; they could smell him half a mile off. He was of a wandering habit and he had foxey whiskers; they never knew where he would be next.



One day he was living in a stick-house in the coppice, causing terror to the family of old Mr. Benjamin Bouncer. Next day he moved into a pollard willow near the lake, frightening the wild ducks and the water rats.

In winter and early spring he might generally be found in an earth amongst the rocks at the top of Bull Banks, under Oatmeal Crag.



He had half a dozen houses, but he was seldom at home.

The houses were not always empty when Mr. Tod moved out; because sometimes Tommy Brock moved in; (without asking leave).

Tommy Brock was a short bristly fat waddling person with a grin; he grinned all over his face. He was not nice in his habits. He ate wasp nests and frogs and worms; and he waddled about by moonlight, digging things up.

His clothes were very dirty; and as he slept in the day-time, he always went to bed in his boots. And the bed which he went to bed in, was generally Mr. Tod's.



Now Tommy Brock did occasionally eat rabbit-pie; but it was only very little young ones occasionally, when other food was really scarce. He was friendly with old Mr. Bouncer; they agreed in disliking the wicked otters and Mr. Tod; they often talked over that painful subject.

Old Mr. Bouncer was stricken in years. He sat in the spring sunshine outside the burrow, in a muffler; smoking a pipe of rabbit tobacco.

He lived with his son Benjamin Bunny and his daughter-in-law Flopsy, who had a young family. Old Mr. Bouncer was in charge of the family that afternoon, because Benjamin and Flopsy had gone out.





The little rabbit-babies were just old enough to open their blue eyes and kick. They lay in a fluffy bed of rabbit wool and hay, in a shallow burrow, separate from the main rabbit hole. To tell the truth—old Mr. Bouncer had forgotten them.

He sat in the sun, and conversed cordially with Tommy Brock, who was passing through the wood with a sack and a little spud which he used for digging, and some mole traps. He complained bitterly about the scarcity of pheasants' eggs, and accused Mr. Tod of poaching them. And the otters had cleared off all the frogs while he was asleep in winter—"I have not had a good square meal for a fortnight, I am living on pig-nuts. I shall have to turn vegetarian and eat my own tail!" said Tommy Brock.