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English
1856
He seemed to see them all pass before him, each more beautiful than the other, the fairy huts in the flower bed, the quiet evenings in the wood when he lay in the bracken and the little ants ran over his paws; the wonderful day when he first knew that he was Real. He thought of the Skin Horse, so wise and gentle, and all that he had told him. HE SEEMED TO SEE THEM ALL PASS BEFORE HIM EACH MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE OTHER THE FAIRY HUTS IN THE FLOWER BED THE QUIET EVENINGS IN THE WOOD WHEN HE LAY IN THE BRACKEN AND THE LITTLE ANTS RAN OVER HIS PAWS THE WONDERFUL DAY WHEN HE FIRST KNEW THAT HE WAS REAL HE THOUGHT OF THE SKIN HORSE SO WISE AND GENTLE AND ALL THAT HE HAD TOLD HIM
It was a splendid bunny, all white plush with real glass eyes, but the Boy was too excited to care very much about it. For to-morrow he was going to the seaside, and that in itself was such a wonderful thing that he could think of nothing else. And while the Boy was asleep, dreaming of the seaside, the little Rabbit lay among the old picture-books in the corner behind the fowl-house, and he felt very lonely. The sack had been left untied, and so by wriggling a bit he was able to get his head through the opening and look out. He was shivering a little, for he had always been used to sleeping in a proper bed, and by this time his coat had worn so thin and threadbare from hugging that it was no longer any protection to him. Near by he could see the thicket of raspberry canes, growing tall and close like a tropical jungle, in whose shadow he had played with the Boy on bygone mornings. He thought of those long sunlit hours in the garden-how happy they were-and a great sadness came over him. TO SLEEP WITH HIM IT WAS A SPLENDID BUNNY ALL WHITE PLUSH WITH REAL GLASS EYES BUT THE BOY WAS TOO EXCITED TO CARE VERY MUCH ABOUT IT FOR TO MORROW HE WAS GOING TO THE SEASIDE AND THAT IN ITSELF WAS SUCH A WONDERFUL THING THAT HE COULD THINK OF NOTHING ELSE AND WHILE THE BOY WAS ASLEEP DREAMING OF THE SEASIDE THE LITTLE RABBIT LAY AMONG THE OLD PICTURE BOOKS IN THE CORNER BEHIND THE FOWL HOUSE AND HE FELT VERY LONELY THE SACK HAD BEEN LEFT UNTIED AND SO BY WRIGGLING A BIT HE WAS ABLE TO GET HIS HEAD THROUGH THE OPENING AND LOOK OUT HE WAS SHIVERING A LITTLE FOR HE HAD ALWAYS BEEN USED TO SLEEPING IN A PROPER BED AND BY THIS TIME HIS COAT HAD WORN SO THIN AND THREADBARE FROM HUGGING THAT IT WAS NO LONGER ANY PROTECTION TO HIM NEAR BY HE COULD SEE THE THICKET OF RASPBERRY CANES GROWING TALL AND CLOSE LIKE A TROPICAL JUNGLE IN WHOSE SHADOW HE HAD PLAYED WITH THE BOY ON BYGONE MORNINGS HE THOUGHT OF THOSE LONG SUNLIT HOURS IN THE GARDEN HOW HAPPY THEY WERE AND A GREAT SADNESS CAME OVER HIM
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