This is such a charming little book - you'd think it would be saccharine, right from the very beginning ("Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits...") but somehow it isn't. Underneath it's kind of gruesome, really. Peter's dad got turned into rabbit pie, and the same is threatened for Peter - even though the farmer knows the bunnies wear clothes! If you have to undo something's brass-buttoned jacket before you eat it, you probably should go eat something else is my opinion, but then I'm vegetarian anyway.

But the main strength here - as in all Potter's books - are the illustrations, which are delightful. Of course Potter was an accomplished naturalist in her own right, and it shows.