The Little Rabbit

The velveteen rabbit was there all alone. Why did they run away like that? For a long time he lay very still watching the bracken and hoping they would come back. But they never returned. And presently the sun sank lower and the little white moths fluttered about when the boy came and carried him home. Weeks passed. And the little rabbit grew very old and chavy but the boy loved him just as much. He didn't mind how he looked to other people because the nursery magic had made him real. And when you are real shaviness doesn't matter.