The Little Bunny

Margaret Wise Brown once wrote a beautiful story called The Runaway Bunny:

Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, “I am running away!”

“If you run away,” said his mother, “I will run after you. For you are my little bunny.”

“If you run after me,” said the little bunny, “I will become a fish in a trout stream  and I will swim away from you.”

“If you become a fish in a trout stream,” said his mother, “I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.”

“If you become a fisherman,” said the little bunny, “I will become a rock on the mountain high above you.”

“If you become rock on the mountain high above me,” said his mother, “I will be a mountain climer, and I will climb to where you are.”

“If you become a mountain climber,” said the little bunny, “I will be a crocus in a hidden garden.”

“If you become a crocus in a hidden garden,” said his mother, “I will become a gardener and I will find you.”

“If you become a gardener and find me,” said the little bunny, “I will be a bird and fly away from you.”

“If you become a bird and fly away from me,” said his mother, “I will be a tree that you come home to.”

“If you become a tree,” said the little bunny, “I will become a little sailboat and I will sail away from you.”

“If you become a sailboat and sail away from me,” said his mother, “I will become the wind and blow where I want you to go.”

“If you become the wind and blow me,” said the little bunny, “I will joun a circus and fly on a flying trapeze.”

“If you go on a flying trapeze,” said his mother, “I will be the tightrope walker, and I will walk across the air to you.”

“If you become a tightrope walker and walk across the air,” said the little bunny, “I will become a little boy and run into a house.”

“If you become a little boy and run into a house,” said his mother, “I will become your mother and catch you in my arms and hug you.”

“Shucks,” said the little bunny, “I might as well stay where I am and be your little bunny”

And he did.

“Have a carrot,” said the mother bunny.


Ah, aren't we all little bunnies?

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