I have also seen this described as ``
Peter Rabbit goes
nuts''. This
spoof of
Beatrix Potter's
The Tale of Peter Rabbit is wonderfully
vicious. The
authorship is
unknown to me.
Ditto the
copyright. It is available in
several places on the
web, generally in
archives of mailing lists, all
without attribution. The
rumour i have
heard of its
origins is that it appeared (with
illustrations) in an
Australian zine, several
years ago.
Once upon a time, there were four rabbits, Flopsy, Mopsy,
Cottontail and Peter.
They lived with their mother, Old Mrs. Rabbit, in a warren which looked -to the
unaccustomed eye- rather like the lice infected trenches of World War
I.
One day Peter's mother said "I am going to market to sell my
mittens. You may play in the wood if you wish but, Peter,
you and your naughty
cousin Benjamin Bunny are not to antagonise Mr. McGregor nor blow up
any Panzer
tanks today", and with that, she left in a swish-swash-swish of rustling skirts.
But oh! That Peter was a naughty rabbit! No sooner had his mother
left than he had dressed fror combat and hopped down to the end of the lane to
rendezvous with his cousin Benjamin.
As the two young rabbits exchanged their fulsome greetings, they
suddenly became aware of a mighty a-clinking and a-clanking coming up the road!
Their little hearts a-flutter, they peered judiciously around the corner.
And what do you think the naughty young rabbits saw when they peeped
out? Why it was Mr. McGregor in a MkII Tiger tank with a
transversable 88mm
howitzer and two forward mounted 7.62mm machine guns!
"Be quick and fetch the Panzerfaust anti-tank gun from Tom Kitten!"
whispered Benjamin. So Peter went lipperty-lipperty all the
way to Tom Kitten's
house.
"Quick!" Peter implored him. "Lend me your Panzerfaust, for
Mr. McGregor has a Tiger tank and will surely blast us all into bloody shords of
flesh, bone and sinewy pulp if we are not careful, if we are not most
circumspect!"
Tom Kitten gave Peter his anti-tank gun willingly for Mr. McGregor
had scolded him once. But by the time Peter had returned to his cousin, Mr.
McGregor had driven up the road and opened fire on Jemima Puddleduck,
killing her instantly.
"Thank goodness you were not the least tardy!" cried Benjamin, as
the turret of Mr. McGregor's tank slowly turned towards the humble
abode of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle.
"Waste the fucker!" Benjamin called out with the sensation of
enjoyment. So Peter steadied the Bazooka on his shoulder and squinted
one beady
little rabbit eye down the sights.
Now, rabbits eat lots of carrots and every child knows that
carrots do your eyesight a power of good, so of course Peter did not miss.
Whooomph! Ka-Woooommmbbbb! The AP shell from the
Panzerfaust
slammed square into the cowling of the Tiger's twin back Mayback HL 700hp
engines, sending fuel cascading everywhere!
"Take that for putting my father in a pie, you four-eyed Scottish
bastard!" exaulted Peter and gave a little rabbity hop for joy.
But oh dear! Mr. McGregor was trapped in the hatch of his burning
Panzer tank and he was a-hollering and a-screaming fit to burst!
"Kill me, please!" he requested of the rabbits. "For I am trapped
and sorely afraid that I shall slowly burn to death from the legs upwards!"
Benjamin Bunny raised his Scmeisser and pumped a full magazine
into the distressed Mr. McGregor's head, thereby solving the pretty little
pickle they had found themselves in!
All of a sudden, another hatch opened who should fly out but Mr.
McGregor's cat! Now Benjamin's father had no opinion whatsoever of cats, but
Benjamin was shit-scared of them and would have most surely
voided himself in
his attire had not the cat been one huge ball of flame and surely demising.
When Mr. McGregor's cat rattled and lay still, the two little
rabbits exchanged salutes and promised to meet again next Thursday and then
hurried back to their respective domiciles.
Oh dear! Old Mrs Rabbit was distraught in the extreme when she
learned what her naughty son had been about.
"How many times have I told you about blowing up tanks!" she
chided. "You are a naughty, wicked rabbit!"
Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail who had not assaulted any armoured
vehicles were rewarded with fresh lettuce and carrots and
radishes, but Peter
was sent to bed without any supper.
But then, who wants to eat that
rabbit food shit anyway?