THE VELVETEEN RABBIT

There was once a velveteen rabbit, he was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen.
On christmas morning the rabbit, for at least two hours the boy loved him.
For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard and no one thought very much about him. He was shy and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.
"-What is real?" asked the Rabbit one day. -"It's a thing 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."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit".-"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
The Rabbit 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.
One night, when the boy went to bed, he could not find the porcelain dog that always slept with him. So the nanny took the rabbit.
That night, and for many nights after, the velveteen rabbit slept in the Boy’s bed.
And so time went on, and the little rabbit was very happy, so happy that he never noticed how his beautiful velveteen fur was getting shabbier and shabbier, and his tail coming unsewn.
The little rabbit was happy because he heard that the boy said he was real
One night the rabbit forgotten in the forest, he found two rabbits, but they were quite furry.
"Why do not you get up and play with us?" - "I do not feel like it" - "Can you jump on your hind legs?" "I do not want to!" He does not have hind legs! " and they started laughing.
"It does not smell good!" he exclaimed. "He is not a rabbit at all! He is not real!" "IM real!" said the little Rabbit, "I'm Real! The Boy said it!" And almost began to cry.
The weeks passed and the little rabbit became very old and shabby, but the boy loved him the same, for him it was beautiful.
And then, one day, the child was sick. The room had to be disinfected, and all the books and toys the boy had played with in bed had to be burned
The little rabbit was put in a sack with old picture books and a lot of garbage, and taken to the end of the garden behind the poultry house.
The rabbit began to cry ... What was the use of being loved and losing beauty and becoming real if everything ended like this?
Where one of her tears fell, a mysterious flower grew ... a fairy came out of it. "I am the fairy of child magic."
Without realizing it, the fairy turned him into a real rabbit.
One spring, the boy saw the rabbit and thought: "Why, it looks like my old Bunny who got lost when I had a scarlet fever!"
But he never knew that it was really his own Bunny, he looked again at the boy who had first helped him to be real.
Bibliografía: Rabbit, T. (2017). The Velveteen Rabbit. [online] Americanliterature.com. Available at: https://americanliterature.com/author/margery-williams/short-story/the-velveteen-rabbit [Accessed 3 Nov. 2017].

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