I shouldn't find the ongoing trauma of Peter Rabbit so entertaining, but I do. Here he's dragged back into the Garden of Doom by his cousin Benjamin, to hopefully escape wearing the handkerchief of shame after he lost his clothes escaping said garden in The Tale of Peter Rabbit. And the poor thing really is traumatised... Potter has painted him with various looks of terror and misery throughout the garden jaunt, and his cousin is blissfully oblivious. Alas for Peter, he doesn't realise that his author likes a touch of the horrors (he should try being Tom Kitten for a change) and this visit goes as badly as the last.

I can't bring myself to feel sorry for him. Much.