In the Time of the Very Beginnings, when the sky was so close you could touch it with the tip of your ear, and the Earth was flat, there lived a little Rabbit in a glen of whispering winds and wise trees. Rabbit was the most inquisitive rabbit in all the land, as inquisitive as the First Rabbit, who, legend has it, asked the First Question. Now, in the heart of this glen, a singular rose bush bloomed in Rabbit's garden, known to all who lived there as Rose. She had seen many suns rise and many...
In a glen, kissed by the dew and the light of a bashful sun, there lived a magician named Rabbit. He was not just any rabbit but one with a cloak woven from the whispers of the night. Rabbit had an important role in the glen, for he was its guardian, a keeper of secrets and a weaver of spells, and he knew every twist and twirl of the bluebell woods. "Now, my little saplings," Rabbit would begin, speaking to the gathered kits and calves of the forest under the arching boughs of an old oak, "the...
In the Woods of Claughbane, where shadows danced with the flickering flames of a campfire and the air was filled with the scent of pine, there sat Rabbit. His fur shimmered like the stars above, and in his lap, he cradled a grand storybook filled with tales of old and new. Around him, nestled in the moss and cloaked by night, were the creatures of the forest, their eyes alight with the fire's glow, eager for a tale to warm their hearts. "Tonight," Rabbit began, his voice as comforting as the...
“Hello, dear Desk, faithful keeper of my thoughts,” Rabbit murmured with a gentle nod. “Hello, dear Paper, pristine and ready to hold the world I paint with words. And hello to you, trusty Pen, my partner in weaving tales.” Rabbit dipped his pen in ink, a sparkle in his eye. "Good morning, world! Good morning, sweet Inspiration, who flutters around with the morning's first light. What stories shall we tell today, what dreams shall we draft into being?" And with a flourish of his pen,...
In the earliest times, when the world was still learning how to be, there lived a feeling known as Loneliness. This feeling wasn't like the creatures of the forest or the waves of the sea, it was invisible, moving through the world without form or sound, touching the hearts of those who had spaces in their souls. Loneliness wandered, seeking understanding but finding none. One night, under a sky draped with twinkling stars, it came upon a village where lived a wise Fairy Woman known for curing...