The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy Winkle by Beatrix Potter | Read Aloud | Storytime with Jared

The Tale of Mrs. T.V. Winkle by Beatrix Potter and the Real Little Lucy of Memes Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Lucy who lived at a farm called Littletown. She was a good little girl, only she was always losing her pocket hankerchiefs. One day, the little Lucy came into the farmyard crying. Oh, she did cry so. I've lost my pocket hankin'. Three hankins and a penny. Have you seen them, Tabby Kitten? A kitten went on washing her white paws, so Lucy asked for a stack of hens. Sally went into a barn clucking, I go barefoot, barefoot, barefoot! And then, Lucy asked for Hot Robin sitting on a twig that looked sideways at Lucy with his bright black eyes. He knew of her style in a way. Lucy climbed a hot wood that was hot, into the clouds, and so it had no top. She ran along until Littletown was right away down below. Her clothes popped straight into the hill, and inside it, someone was singing. It was Lily White and Plano, with little things between them. Smooth and hot red rusty spots, never here be seen. Lucy knocked once, twice, and the song. A little frightened voice called out, Who's that? Lucy opened the door, and whipped her feet inside the hill. Nice and smooth, only the ceiling was so low, that Lucy's head nearly touched it, so was everything else. There was a nice hot singy smell, and at the table, with an arrogant tone, stood a very stout, short person, staring at him. Oh yes, if you please him, I'm not assembling to fear Star Trek. Oh no, if you please him, the little silent waistcoat belonging did serve some Lucy's pleasure. Mrs. Tigger went on. She was running, running, running up the hill, and where was her white-furred cap, her shawl? And her Mrs. Tiggy Winkle was nothing but a hedgehog. Some people say that little Lucy had been a sneak up on the staff, and besides, I have seen that door into the bathroom.