7th Oct 2024
Once in a nursery, there lived a rabbit, velveteen soft, a little habit. With bright button eyes and ears that hung low, he dreamed of being real, with love's warm glow.
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The rabbit belonged to a kind little boy, who played with him often, bringing so much joy. He hugged him tight, in the day and night, making him feel safe and warm, just right.
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But one day, the boy fell sick with a sneeze, the rabbit stayed close, wanting to please. He watched over him with all his might, hoping his love would make things bright.
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As the boy got better, they played more each day, the rabbit enjoyed their fun, make-believe play. But, oh how he wished to be real, to feel, to hop in the garden, just like a wheel.
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One sunny day, the boy took him outside, through fields of flowers, with each joyful stride. The rabbit bounced as the boy would run, laughing together, oh, what fun!
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The boy’s love was strong, and the rabbit grew old, his fur became worn, the colors not bold. But love made him special, not shiny or new, he learned that true hearts shine bright and true.
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Then came a day when the boy faced a fear, he needed a friend, someone near and dear. The velveteen rabbit was there for him still, cuddling close, giving warmth, and goodwill.
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One night, by the moonlight, a fairy appeared, she spoke of his love, the dreams he'd endeared. "You are real in the way that counts most, true love makes you real, and that's worth a toast!"
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With a twinkle and shimmer, she worked her magic, the rabbit felt happy, no longer tragic. In the garden he hopped, with the boy by his side, together forever, in love they would glide.
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So remember, dear child, as you play with your toys, love makes them real, brings laughter and joys. Hold them close, believe in their worth, for the love in your heart gives all toys their birth.
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