One of them happened to be very fond of blueberries (a delightful breakfast food), and happened to mention the fact that she had just planted new berry bushes in her back yard.
What does this have to do with spanking, you might ask?
Well I'll tell you -- this is how my mind works (although I neglected to tell my lady friends at the time, as the conversation moved on to other matters) -- upon entertaining the thought of blueberry bushes, I was reminded, right there at the breakfast table, of the childhood cautionary tale, Peter Rabbit. Why? Because this is the same tale that always comes to mind, whenever I stumble upon the thought of any type of berry-picking... :D You'll understand once I explain a little further:
Peter Rabbit and his three sisters,

According to Beatrix Potter, during this first visit to McGreggor's farm, Peter gorges himself on the farmer's crops, and then promptly gets himself noticed by the farmer himself, who chases the young rabbit relentlessly through the farm, causing Peter to lose not only both of his tiny shoes, but his blue jacket as well.
Narrowly escaping, he goes hopping back home to his mother, who puts him to bed without any supper for losing his clothes, coming home so late, and, she suspects, for going into Mr. McGreggor's garden.
The real fun begins, however, the

Lo and behold, he finds them, and after epically fighting away the cat in a hare-raising large-rabbit vs. fussy-feline battle, proceeds to dish out his displeasure at the boys' foolish actions.
As you can watch for yourself here,
the no-nonsense, fatherly

Contrite and clearly intimidated, the two boys are then directed out of the garden and lectured all the way home.
I wonder if either of them ever gained back the courage to enter the garden unaccompanied, again? :D
That was lovely- a tale my childhood too.
ReplyDeleteI went to Beatrix Potter's house last year. It was delightful.
So Cute! Great post!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Poppy and Anonymous! :D
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