The Velveteen Rabbit
Margery Williams, Gennady Spirin
Language: English
Pages: 48
ISBN: B008MQ98RU
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A toy velveteen rabbit longs to be loved, and he begins to experience this when a boy adopts him as his favorite toy. But the rabbit wonders about "real" after meeting two rabbits with feet that pad softly on the ground and with noses that twitch. He learns that he can’t jump like the other rabbits and that he smells different. It’s only when a mysterious nursery fairy kisses him that the velveteen rabbit learns finally what it’s like to be real—not just to the boy, but to everyone. Gennady Spirin’s beguiling ink-and-watercolor illustrations bring new life to Margery Williams’ classic text, invigorating it with mystery and pathos before the rabbit is transformed by the fairy’s magical touch. A historical note is included.
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Bracken and hoped that the other rabbits wouldn’t notice. “I don’t want to!” he said again. But the wild rabbits have very sharp eyes. And this one stretched out his neck and looked. “He hasn’t got any hind legs!” he called out. “Fancy a rabbit without any hind legs!” And he began to laugh. “I have!” cried the little Rabbit. “I have got hind legs! I am sitting on them!” “Then stretch them out and show me, like this!” said the wild rabbit. And he began to whirl round and dance, till the little.
Day, the Boy was ill. His face grew very flushed, and he talked in his sleep, and his little body was so hot that it burned the Rabbit when he held him close. Strange people came and went in the nursery, and a light burned all night and through it all the little Velveteen Rabbit lay there, hidden from sight under the bedclothes, and he never stirred, for he was afraid that if they found him, someone might take him away, and he knew that the Boy needed him. 26 It was a long weary time, for.
Carry out the doctor’s orders. They talked about it all, while the little Rabbit lay under the bedclothes, with just his head peeping out, and listened. The room was to be disinfected, and all the books and toys that the Boy had played with in bed must be burnt. “Hurrah!” thought the little Rabbit. “Tomorrow we shall go to the seaside!” For the Boy had often talked of the seaside, and he wanted very much to see the big waves coming in, and the tiny crabs, and the sand castles. Just then Nana.
About him. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upon everyone else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real. The model boat, who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never missed an opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms. The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he.
Didn’t know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and should never be mentioned in modern circles. Even Timothy, the jointed wooden lion, who was made by the disabled soldiers and should have had 8 broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with Government. Between them all, the poor little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person.