The World of Peter Rabbit and Friends is a BBC adaptation of Beatrix Potter's illustrated short stories, all of which focus on anthropomorphic animals getting into minor scrapes and hijinks (though one character is almost eaten by a giant fish which, I think you will agree, is a pretty big deal). It first aired in 1992, and stands as a relic of a more wholesome era of children's television before the genre went full groomer.
There is absolutely no fucking around or cock teasing. The producers get right down to the business of telling the story of how Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny fucked with the livelihood of smallholder, Mr McGregor. By the end of it, you are thinking to yourself: 'Okay, it's a show about rabbits who are petty criminals - a sort of gateway to the Nazi rabbits in
Watership Down.'
Sorry to shatter your dream of an all-white rabbit utopia, Mr Fuentes, but, in the next episode, they hit you up with the story of a litter of kittens, who lose all their clothes prior to an important tea party. This isn't degenerate underage kitten nudity of the kind that might be recommended to you on Netflix. This is classy kitten nudity like you might see in an arthouse film produced by Studio Canal. The kittens' mother gets her brood out of their social engagement by claiming they have measles, which was a serious fucking illness that could kill you in the time when Potter was traipsing around Yorkshire painting the portraits of foxes.
Next there is a story about a duck, for fuck's sake.
In the space of literally an hour and change, the show has advanced from rabbits, to kittens, to a puddle duck, which I envisage as a very poor duck that can't afford a proper pond to dabble in. If that isn't diverse enough for you, then you can remove the miniature velvet waistcoat from my dick, and suck it like a diesel dyke attempting to draw a golf ball, autographed by the line-up of the 1997 Lilith Fair, through a Wentworth Prison promotional drinking straw.
But that's not all: A band of mice assist in the tailoring of cherry-coloured silk coat for the Mayor of Gloucester, because #notallmice.
Then BAMN!
A hedgehog washerwoman launders three pocket handkerchiefs and a pinafore.
Then, in a nod to the conclusion of
Jaws, which hadn't even been written at this point, a frog engages in a battle of wits with a giant fish.
There are pigs, and a pair of mice who vandalise a dollhouse because #SomeMice. The cultural differences between rural and urban living are explored by a different pair of mice. There are cats, rats, and a goddamn fox
A notable omission is Squirrel Nutkin who, along with his squirrel friends, paddles to an island to torment the resident owl, until the owl goes full-Rambo on Nutkin's russet ass, and attempts to skin him alive, but only manages to bite off most of his tail and induce long-term PTSD.
When I read this story to my young niece and nephews, I was always careful to impart the cautionary moral: "Do not fuck with owls."
DO NOT FUCK WITH OWLS!
Anyway, it's a pretty diverse set of short films, but at no point could you call any of them woke.