The velveteen rabbit; or, How toys become real . nd then he wrinkled his nosesuddenly and flattened his ears and jumpedbackwards. He doesnt smell right! he isnt a rabbit at all! He isnt real! I am Real! said the little Rabbit. I amReal! The Boy said so! And he nearlybegan to cry. Just then there was a sound of footsteps,and the Boy ran past near them, and with astamp of feet and a flash of white tails the twostrange rabbits disappeared. Come back and play with me! called thelittle Rabbit. Oh, do come back! I know Iam Real! But there was no answer, only the little antsran to and fr
The velveteen rabbit; or, How toys become real . nd then he wrinkled his nosesuddenly and flattened his ears and jumpedbackwards. He doesnt smell right! he isnt a rabbit at all! He isnt real! I am Real! said the little Rabbit. I amReal! The Boy said so! And he nearlybegan to cry. Just then there was a sound of footsteps,and the Boy ran past near them, and with astamp of feet and a flash of white tails the twostrange rabbits disappeared. Come back and play with me! called thelittle Rabbit. Oh, do come back! I know Iam Real! But there was no answer, only the little antsran to and fro, and the bracken swayed gentlywhere the two strangers had passed. TheVelveteen Rabbit was all alone. Oh, dear! he thought. Why did they THE VELVETEEN RABBIT run away like that? Why couldnt they stopand talk to me? For a long time he lay very still, watchingthe bracken, and hoping that they would comeback. But they never returned, and presentlythe sun sank lower and the little white mothsfluttered out, and the Boy came and carriedhim home. fen. cStnxious times THE VELVETEEN RABBIT Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grewvery old and shabby, but the Boy loved himjust as much. He loved him so hard that heloved all his whiskers off, and the pink liningto his ears turned grey, and his brown spotsfaded. He even began to lose his shape, andhe scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, ex-cept to the Boy. To him he was always beau-tiful, and that was all that the little Rabbitcared about. He didnt mind how he lookedto other people, because the nursery magic hadmade him Real, and when you are Real shab-biness doesnt matter. And then, one day, the Boy was ill. His face grew very flushed, and he talked inhis sleep, and his little body was so hot that itburned the Rabbit when he held him people came and went in the nursery,and a light burned all night, and through it allthe little Velveteen Rabbit lay there, hidden Ptf] THE VELVETEEN RABBIT from sight under the bedclothes, and
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