
The Velveteen Rabbit
By seko zezo

17 Apr, 2024

The Velveteen Rabbit was splendidly comfortable in the nursery. He was loved by the Boy on Christmas morning but soon was forgotten amidst the excitement of other gifts.

Living in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, the Rabbit felt insignificant and commonplace. The only toy who was kind to him was the Skin Horse, the oldest toy in the nursery.

One day, the Rabbit asked the Skin Horse about what it means to be 'real'. The Skin Horse, being wise and experienced, explained that real isn't how you're made, but something that happens to you.

'When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real,' explained the Skin Horse. The Rabbit was intrigued.

The Rabbit asked if the process of becoming real hurts. The Skin Horse paused before answering, 'Sometimes, but when you are Real, you don't mind being hurt.'

The Rabbit found this concept puzzling yet fascinating. He yearned to be loved by the Boy for a long, long time, to become Real. He yearned to be significant.

Days passed and the Velveteen Rabbit continued to live in the toy cupboard, often pondering over the Skin Horse's words. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to be Real.

One day, the Boy rediscovered the Rabbit. He started playing with him again, this time with more affection. The Rabbit's heart filled with hope.

As days turned into weeks, the Boy's affection for the Rabbit grew. He carried him everywhere, held him close during sleep. The Rabbit felt loved, cherished.

One day, the Rabbit noticed a change. He felt different, as if he was no longer just a toy. He asked the Skin Horse, who smiled and said, 'You are Real now.'

The Rabbit felt a sense of fulfillment. He was finally Real. He understood now that being Real wasn't about how you were made, but about being loved.

The Rabbit and the Skin Horse spent that night under the soft glow of the moon, basking in the joy of being Real, of being loved. And they lived happily in the nursery, forever cherished.