My Dear Wife has been watching murder mysteries on Youtube. A few minutes ago she mentioned "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd" and I, with a wonderful juxtaposition of superannuated brain cells, replied "That's the only Beatrix Potter book I ever read!", for some reason getting one 3- followed by 2-syllable author's name confused with another. A slightly surreal conversation then ensued in which Janet definitely had the last word with the final sentence Mr. McGregor ever heard:
"My name is Peter Rabbit and you killed my father! Prepare to die!"