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English
1856
One evening, when the Boy was going to bed, he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him. ONE EVENING WHEN THE BOY WAS GOING TO BED HE COULDN'T FIND THE CHINA DOG THAT ALWAYS SLEPT WITH HIM
not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. The Skin Horse Tells His Story "The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always." The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him. There was a person called Nana who ruled the nursery. Sometimes she took no notice of the playthings lying about, and sometimes, for no reason whatever, she went swooping about like a great wind and hustled them away in cupboards. She called this "tidying up," and the playthings all hated it, especially the tin ones. The Rabbit didn't mind it so much, for wherever he was thrown he came down soft. PPOSE YOU WERE REAL SAID THE RABBIT AND THEN HE WISHED HE HAD NOT SAID IT FOR HE THOUGHT THE SKIN HORSE MIGHT BE SENSITIVE BUT THE SKIN HORSE ONLY SMILED THE BOY'S UNCLE MADE ME REAL HE SAID THAT WAS A GREAT MANY YEARS AGO BUT ONCE YOU ARE REAL YOU CAN'T BECOME UNREAL AGAIN IT LASTS FOR ALWAYS THE RABBIT SIGHED HE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A LONG TIME BEFORE THIS MAGIC CALLED REAL HAPPENED TO HIM HE LONGED TO BECOME REAL TO KNOW WHAT IT FELT LIKE AND YET THE IDEA OF GROWING SHABBY IN LOSING HIS EYES AND WHISKERS WAS RATHER SAD HE WISHED THAT HE COULD BECOME IT WITHOUT THESE UNCOMFORTABLE THINGS HAPPENING TO HIM THERE WAS A PERSON CALLED NANA WHO RULED THE NURSERY SOMETIMES SHE TOOK NO NOTICE OF THE PLAYTHINGS LYING ABOUT AND SOMETIMES FOR NO REASON WHATEVER SHE WENT SWOOPING ABOUT LIKE A GREAT WIND AND HUSTLED THEM AWAY IN CUPBOARDS SHE CALLED THIS TIDYING UP AND THE PLAYTHINGS ALL HATED IT ESPECIALLY THE TIN ONES THE RABBIT DIDN'T MIND IT SO MUCH FOR WHEREVER HE WAS THROWN HE CAME DOWN SOFT
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