Dear Mr. McGregor,
I need to apologize to you for thinking you were the meanest and most selfish man I ever met, after I read the story of Peter Rabbit. I have now become you, my new role model, without much success.
Since November, we have our own Peter Rabbit destroying our garden. A large furry white rabbit found residence in our back yard. He turned every green vegetable into his dinners. After finishing off our back garden, he moved to the front where we have turned our lawn into a vegetable garden, a rabbit’s haven. I have tried to cover him with a box but his leaps are too fast . One day I chased him with my voice instead of a rake as you did, and he leaped across the street to our neighbor’s.
“Yipppeee!” I thought, “he found a new home.” Not. He returns to our garden every night and has now found a place under the house.. He comes out at night to do his late fine dining. Our greens are all gone. He even eats green onions. I planted Italian parsley in a pot and it’s gone. Little shoots started to grow and soon, they were gone so I now have a netting over it.
How am I going to start my spring garden with this invader waiting for the first sign of dinner?
I have thought of creative ways to stop Peter, but they will probably put me on the front page, handcuffed with the Animal Rights folks picketing in front of the house. I hate this rabbit. I would like to make a scarecrow out of HIM. You had Peter’s jacket, Mr. McGregor, on your scarecrow; this one has only his fur.
I have a strange feeling that someone is feeding him chamomile tea every night after his invasion. I mean, how can he not have acid reflux after finishing off all my leafy greens. I welcome any suggestions on catching Peter. No one in the neighborhood has claimed him as a missing pet.
Peter ought to know this: Growing up in Kapoho, we raised rabbits for food. My mother had a soft rabbit fur on her manual pumping sewing machine to keep her feet warm. Hear that, Peter?
I guess you can call me McGregor II. Grrrrr.