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1、The velveteen rabbitTHERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. 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, when he sat wedged in t
2、he top of the Boys stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming. There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all. For at least two hours the Boy loved him, a
3、nd then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new presents the Velveteen Rabbit was forgotten. For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought ver
4、y much 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 every one else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real. The model boat, who had lived throug
5、h 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 didnt know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like hi
6、mself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and should never be mentioned in modern circles.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 broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with Government. Between them all t
7、he poor little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse. The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams unde
8、rneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into
9、anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it. What is REAL? asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the
10、 room. Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle? Real isnt how you are made, said the Skin Horse. Its 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 Ra
11、bbit. Sometimes, said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. When you are Real you dont mind being hurt. Does it happen all at once, like being wound up, he asked, or bit by bit? It doesnt happen all at once, said the Skin Horse. You become. It takes a long time. Thats why it doesnt happen ofte
12、n to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things dont matter at all, because once you are Real you
13、cant be ugly, except to people who dont understand. I suppose you are real? said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. The Boys Uncle made me Real, he said. That was a great many years ago; but once you ar
14、e Real you cant become unreal again. It lasts for always. The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. 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 w
15、ished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him. There was a person called Nana who ruled the nursery. Sometimes she took no notice of the playthings lying about, and sometimes, for no reason whatever, she went swooping about like a great wind and hustled them away
16、in cupboards. She called this tidying up, and the playthings all hated it, especially the tin ones. The Rabbit didnt mind it so much, for wherever he was thrown he came down soft. One evening, when the Boy was going to bed, he couldnt find the china dog that always slept with him. Nana was in hurry,
17、 and it was too much trouble to hunt for china dogs at bedtime, so she simply looked about her, and seeing that the toy cupboard stood open, she made a swoop. Here, she said, take your old Bunny! Hell do to sleep with you! And she dragged the Rabbit out by one ear, and put him into the Boys arms. Th
18、at night, and for many nights after, the Velveteen Rabbit slept in the Boys bed. At first he found it uncomfortable, for the Boy hugged him very tight, and sometimes he rolled over on him, and sometimes he pushed him so far under the pillow that the Rabbit could scarcely breathe. And he missed, too,
19、 those long moonlight hours in the nursery, when all the house was silent, and his talks with the Skin Horse. But very soon he grew to like it, for the Boy used to talk to him, and made nice tunnels for him under the bedclothes that he said were like the burrow the real rabbits lived in. And they ha
20、d splendid games together, in whispers, when Nana had gone away to her supper and left the night-light burning on the mantelpiece. And when the Boy dropped off to sleep, the Rabbit would snuggle down close under his little warm chin and dream, with the Boys hands clasped close round him all night lo
21、ng. 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 becoming unsewn, and all the pink rubbed off his nose where the Boy had kissed Spring came, and they had long days in the gar
22、den, for wherever the Boy went the Rabbit went too. He had rides in the wheelbarrow, and picnics on the grass, and lovely fairy huts built for him under the raspberry canes behind the flower border. And once, when the Boy was called away suddenly to go to tea, the Rabbit was left out on the lawn unt
23、il long after dusk, and Nana had to come and look for him with the candle because the Boy couldnt go to sleep unless he was there. He was wet through with the dew and quite earthy from diving into the burrows the Boy had made for him in the flower bed, and Nana grumbled as she rubbed him off with a
24、corner of her apron. You must have your old Bunny! she said. Fancy all that fuss for a toy! Give me my Bunny! he said. You mustnt say that. He isnt a toy. Hes REAL! When the little Rabbit heard that he was happy, for he knew what the Skin Horse had said was true at last. The nursery magic had happen
25、ed to him, and he was a toy no longer. He was Real. The Boy himself had said it. That night he was almost too happy to sleep, and so much love stirred in his little sawdust heart that it almost burst. And into his boot-button eyes, that had long ago lost their polish, there came a look of wisdom and
26、 beauty, so that even Nana noticed it next morning when she picked him up, and said, I declare if that old Bunny hasnt got quite a knowing expression! That was a wonderful Summer! Near the house where they lived there was a woods, and in the long June evening the Boy liked to go there after tea to p
27、lay. He took the Velveteen Rabbit with him, and before he wandered off to pick flowers, or play at brigands among the trees, he always made the Rabbit a little nest somewhere among the bracken, where he would be quite cosy, for he was a kind-hearted little boy and he liked Bunny to be comfortable. O
28、ne evening, while the Rabbit was lying there alone, watching the ants that ran to and fro between his velvet paws in the grass, he saw two strange beings creep out of the tall bracken near him. They were rabbits like himself, but quite furry and brand-new. They must have been very well made, for the
29、ir seams didnt show at all, and they changed shape in a queer way when they moved; one minute they were long and thin and the next minute fat and bunchy, instead of always staying the same like he did. Their feet padded softly on the ground, and they crept quite close to him, twitching their noses,
30、while the Rabbit stared hard to see which side the clockwork stuck out, for he knew that people who jump generally have something to wind them up. But he couldnt see it. They were evidently a new kind of rabbit altogether. They stared at him, and the little Rabbit stared back. And all the time their
31、 noses twitched. Why dont you get up and play with us? one of them asked. I dont feel like it, said the Rabbit, for he didnt want to explain that he had no clockwork. Ho! said the furry rabbit. Its as easy as anything, And he gave a big hop sideways and stood on his hind legs. I dont believe you can
32、! he said. I can! said the little Rabbit. I can jump higher than anything He meant when the Boy threw him, but of course he didnt want to say so. Can you hop on your hind legs? asked the furry rabbit? That was a dreadful question, for the Velveteen rabbit had no hind legs at all! The back of him was
33、 made all in one piece, like a pincushion. He sat still in the bracken, and hoped that the other rabbit wouldnt notice. I dont want to! he said again. But the wild rabbits have very sharp eyes. And this one stretched out his neck and looked. He hasnt got any hind legs he called out. Fancy a rabbit w
34、ithout 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 around and dance, till the little Rabbit got quite dizzy. I dont like dancing, he said. Id
35、 rather sit still! But all the while he was longing to dance, for a funny new tickly feeling ran through him, and he felt he would give anything in the world to be able to jump about like these rabbits did. The strange rabbit stopped dancing, and came quite close. He came so close this time that his
36、 long whiskers brushed the Velveteen Rabbits ear, and then he wrinkled his nose suddenly and flattened his ears and jumped backwards. He doesnt smell right! he exclaimed. He isnt a rabbit at all! He isnt real! I am Real! said the little Rabbit. I am Real! The Boy said so! And he nearly began to cry.
37、 Just then there was a sound of footsteps, and the Boy ran past near them, and with a stamp of feet and a flash of white tails the two strange rabbits disappeared. Come back and play with me! called the little Rabbit. Oh, do come back! I know I am Real! But there was no answer, only the little ants
38、ran to and fro, and the bracken swayed gently where the two strangers had passed. The Velveteen Rabbit was all alone. Oh, dear! he thought. Why did they run away like that? Why couldnt they stop and talk to me? For a long time he lay very still, watching the bracken, and hoping that they would come
39、back. But they never returned, and presently the sun sank lower and the little white moths fluttered out, and the Boy came and carried him home. Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off,
40、and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didnt mind how he looked to other people,
41、 because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesnt matter. And then, one 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 t
42、he 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 some one might take him away, and he knew that the Boy needed him. It was a long weary time, for t
43、he Boy was too ill to play, and the little Rabbit found it rather dull with nothing to do all day long. But he snuggled down patiently, and looked forward to the time when the Boy should be well again, and they would go out in the garden amongst the flowers and the butterflies and play splendid game
44、s in the raspberry thicket like they used to. All sorts of delightful things he planned, and while the Boy lay half asleep he crept up close to the pillow and whispered them in his ear. And presently the fever turned, and the Boy got better. He was able to sit up in bed and look at picture-books, wh
45、ile the little Rabbit cuddled close at his side. And one day, they let him get up and dress. It was a bright, sunny morning, and the windows stood wide open. They had carried the Boy out on to the balcony, wrapped in a shawl, and the little Rabbit lay tangled up among the bedclothes, thinking. The B
46、oy was going to the seaside to-morrow. Everything was arranged, and now it only remained to carry out the doctors 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 to
47、ys that the Boy had played with in bed must be burnt. Hurrah! thought the little Rabbit. To-morrow 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 caught sight of
48、 him. How about his old Bunny? she asked. That? said the doctor. Why, its a mass of scarlet fever germs!Burn it at once. What? Nonsense! Get him a new one. He mustnt have that any more! And so the little Rabbit was put into a sack with the old picture-books and a lot of rubbish, and carried out to the end of the garden behind the fowl-house. That was a fine place to make a bonfire, only the gardener was too busy just then to attend to it. He had the potatoes to dig and the green peas to gather, but next morning he promised to come quite early and burn the
