“I think, my dear, that this one looks just as you must have looked when you were little, and so we'll call her Fuzzy. And her sister we'll call Wuzzy,” continued Peter. “Was ever there such a splendid nursery for baby Rabbits?” “I don't believe there ever was, Peter. It's better than my old nursery in the Old Pasture,” replied little Mrs. Peter, as with a sigh of perfect happiness she stretched out beside their four babies. And Peter softly tiptoed away to the nearest sweet-clover patch with his heart almost bursting with pride. Of the doings of Peter and Mrs. Peter Rabbit and their four children there are many more stories, so many that one book will not hold all of them. Besides, Bowser the Hound insists that I must write a book about him, and I have promised to do it right away. So the next book will be Bowser the Hound. End of Project Gutenberg's Mrs. Peter Rabbit, by Thornton W. Burgess