Flopsy’s Red Dress

Peter opened the door. Flopsy stood there. She stared at the mess. “ Where is Mrs. Tiggywinkle?” she asked.

Peter wiped soap from his eyes. “ She is on a holiday, ” he said. “ We are washing the clothes today, ” Benjamin said.

“ Can you wash my red dress?” Flopsy said. “ I need it for a party. ”

“ Um . . . ” Peter tried to say no. But Flopsy waved. “ Thank you! Good-bye! ”

Benjamin stomped his foot. “ We will never fly my kite! ”

Flopsy hopped down the hill. Mrs. Tiggywinkle was sitting in the sun.