This is a story I started telling Mogen, but she neglected it, and so I told it to Kate instead.

This is the story of the lonely bunny.

Once, in a time before time, when the rives flowed down, following the rays of the sun toward the ocean, there was a young rabbit named Herbert.
Herbert was the sweetest, kindest rabbit in his known region. He spoke truth, but truth dipped in sugar, so that the truth, though being told, would always come down like snow flakes, instead of like falling rocks from a cliff.
He went on journeys from his cosy little cottage, which was below the tallest tree, beneath the hills, upto the highest mountain, where there were icy poles hanging from the branches of trees.
On one of his adventures, he discovered foot prints, much like his in shape, but smaller. He followed the footsteps, whilst collecting icy poles on his journey.
Then he exploded into tears, as his eyes first gazed upon the creator of his journey; the one who lay the footprints in the snow.
It was the cutest, most adorable bunny he'd ever layed his eyes upon. Her hair, fluffy and white, and her eyes the brightest of blues, large and glowing like a full moon.
They exchanged glances and giggles (yes rabbits can giggle) as they froliced about, with the trees and the sky peering down on them.
He heard a noise from deep within the forest, and turned to try to discover what it was, but he saw nothing, as he looked back, she had disappeared.
Confused and smitten(ed?) he ran all the way home to try and come to terms with what he had just seen.
The words from the cave of desire racing around his head, saying...
"Dear lady (of course, the thought bunny), I am a pirate longing for port. Tomorrow, a solider at war. Today, a pirate lost among trees, aground. The ship of desire unfolds its sails."
He returned to his home, and tried to rest, but the thoughts raced around his head like they were being chased.

But he dreamed! He lay on his (adorable) little bed, captivated by her glowing eyes that shined like a beacon through the forest.
His whiskers wiggled with excitement at the thought of seeing her once more.
He jumped like he had just been struck by lightening and raced back up the hill - stopping only to pluck the prettiest flower he could find from the garden up the hill.
He reached the top, where they he had first seen her.
But there was nothing.
The sky looked down on him, whilst the trees swallowed him deeper as he searched for her.
But there was nothing. Not a print, not a thing. She was gone.
The wind howled as he made his way back toward his home, dragging his feet and sobbing.
He reached the edge of the forest, where he could see for miles; he could see the hills as they rolled so perfectly before him...And he began to stroll slowly back home, down the hill.
A faint sound in the distance caught his attention.
It was the same sound he had heard when he lost her.
He turned back, and raced up the hill to the forest and followed the sound to...

...a light deep inside the forest. He was drawn to it immediately. The endless possibilities of what was to be found when he reached the light.
He ran, deeper, and deeper into the forest. The light grew, until it became apparent to what it was. He stopped on a hill where the trees became less dense and looked over. He was at the peak.
It was the sun rising from behind the mountains far, far away, bringing light to the forests once more.
Herbert sighed, as he looked over the hills.
He sat down on a rock and watched it as it rose.
Something rested up next to him.
He looked to his right...it was her.

THE END.