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English
1856
And then a strange thing happened. For where the tear had fallen a flower grew out of the ground, a mysterious flower, not at all like any that grew in the garden. It had slender green leaves the colour of emeralds, and in the centre of the leaves a blossom like a golden cup. It was so beautiful that the little Rabbit forgot to cry, and just lay there watching it. AND THEN A STRANGE THING HAPPENED FOR WHERE THE TEAR HAD FALLEN A FLOWER GREW OUT OF THE GROUND A MYSTERIOUS FLOWER NOT AT ALL LIKE ANY THAT GREW IN THE GARDEN IT HAD SLENDER GREEN LEAVES THE COLOUR OF EMERALDS AND IN THE CENTRE OF THE LEAVES A BLOSSOM LIKE A GOLDEN CUP IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT THE LITTLE RABBIT FORGOT TO CRY AND JUST LAY THERE WATCHING IT
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. 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. Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground. PENING 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 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 OF WHAT USE WAS IT TO BE LOVED AND LOSE ONE'S BEAUTY AND BECOME REAL IF IT ALL ENDED LIKE THIS A TEAR A REAL TEAR TRICKLED DOWN HIS LITTLE SHABBY VELVET NOSE AND FELL TO THE GROUND
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