نویسنده: Beatrix Potter
ارائه دهنده: تامین محتوای نگین
One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank. He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony. A gig was coming along the road; it was driven by Mr. McGregor, and beside him sat Mrs. McGregor in her best bonnet..
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