Friday, July 2, 2010
The Tale of Keats Rabbit
This morning, spurred on by delicious challah bread french toast, I read Keats the first story he's ever actually paid attention to: The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter. While Birch manned the espresso machine and Olive sat outside in the sun staring up at Pierre the Hummingbird, Keats listened attentively, looking back and forth from me to the pages covered with small illustrations of Mr. McGregor and that mischievous rabbit scurrying through the cabbages. He laughed and threw his hands together, plunging them into his mouth, sucking on his favorite (the left hand), and smiling away as Peter Rabbit ducked under the gate and escaped the farmer's sieve and boot. (By the way, I totally forgot that Peter Rabbit's Pa bought the farm thanks to Old Mr. McGregor and became the main ingredient in a pie! Man...) I am under no delusions that Keats actually followed the plot line, etc., but he truly was listening and was happy listening. How exciting!