The Little Rabbit

Wally was a real rabbit at last, at home with the other rabbits. The boy thought to himself why he looks just like my old bunny that was lost when I had scarlet fever. But he never knew that it really was his own bunny. And back a look at the child who had first helped him to be real. In the end. Autumn passed and went to her and in the spring when the days grew warm and sunny the boy went out to play in the wood behind the house. When Wally was playing two rabbits crapped out from an bracket and peeped at him. One of them was brown all over but the other had strange markings under his fur as though long