Monday, August 16, 2010

The Velveteen Rabbit

This is the book I read a few months ago.
It's at home, and I got it from Rebecca teacher.
We gained best scores in the test, and she gave it as a present.
It was a really sad story.
On Christmas day, a boy got a Velveteen Rabbit for a present.
The rabbit wanted to be real.
So, he asked an old horse, who lived in the nursery, more than any other toys,
how to become real.
The old horse told him, that it takes a lot of time to be real,
and he has to be thread-worn, and dirty, to be real.
But still, the Rabbit really wanted to be real.
Even if he wasn't loved by the boy that much.
He was always placed inside the toy drawers.
One day, the boy's nanny threw out the doll he always hugged.
When the boy cried, she gave him the Velveteen Rabbit instead.
From that night, the boy only loved the rabbit among the toys.
The rabbit was happy, because he knew that if he is loved enough,
he will become real.
Many weeks and months passed, but the rabbit didn't become real.
He was sad.
One day, the boy went out with the rabbit.
There, he saw a real rabbit.
It was then that he wanted to be really real.
Many years passed, and now the velveteen rabbit was not so
pretty anymore. His spotted coat was thread-worn, his nose was no longer smooth,
and his fur was not so bright anymore. The boy still loved him,
but the nanny was worried that the rabbit might make the boy sick.
When the boy falls ill with scarlet fever, and go to the seaside to become healthier,
he is so excited that he forgets the old rabbit.
The rabbit was told by the docter that it must be burned, because it can carry
diseases. While awaiting the bonfire, the rabbit cries a real tear.
Than the Nursery Magic Fairy comes, and tells him he was only real to the boy.
The Fairy makes the rabbit real, real to everybody.
The following spring, the rabbit sees the boy.
The boy never knoticed that the rabbit was his old stuffed animal,
but the rabbit knoticed his old friend, the boy who made him real.
- Written by Margery Williams.

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