So, without further ado, here's our conversation with an older, wiser Peter Rabbit.
Greg: Welcome, Peter. It's nice to have you here.
Peter: Thank you, it's very nice to be here. Are, um, those nice cabbages for you, or can anyone have some?
Greg: No, no, I had them brought in especially for you. Please, help yourself.
Peter: Well, well, since you've gone to all this trouble, I believe I'll have a little nibble. Mmmm, delicious. Oh, I say, are those carrots? I must tell you that I have a weak spot for carrots. Mr. McGregor grows the best carrots in the district, but these are quite good.
Greg: Well, don't be bashful. Tuck in. That's quite a smart looking blue coat you've got there.
Peter: Do you like it? My mother made it. It is rather a favorite of mine, but I almost lost it for good in Mr. McGregor's garden.
Greg: Really? What happened?
Peter: Well, it's really all rather embarrassing when I look back on it. I was quite a bit younger then, you see. When I was a young rabbit, I had a passion for vegetables. Still do, I suppose, but back then I was positively mad for them--especially those grown by Mr. McGregor. I was so enamored of them, that I was willing to risk life and limb for a taste.
My poor father, bless him, had the same weakness. Unfortunately, he was not very lucky, even though he possessed four rabbits feet! Mr. McGregor managed to catch my father, and he wound up being baked in one of Mrs. McGregor's horrible pies. Nasty business, really. Um, where was I?
Greg: You were telling us about your coat.