The Little Rabbit and the Nursery Magic

The little rabbit was very happy. So happy that he never noticed how the beautiful valvatine fur was getting shavier and shavier. Minest hail became on soon and all the pink rubbed off his nose where the boy had kissed him. Spring came and they had long days in the garden for wherever the boy went. The rabbit went too. He had rise in the wheelbarrow and pick nicks on the grass and lovely fairy huts built for him under the rasp, buried canes behind the flower border. Once when the boy was called away suddenly to go out to tea the rabbit was left out in the lawn until long after dusk. And Nana had to come