“I’m not the same,” Mr. Rabbit whispered.
“Well,” she said softly, “someone had a busy night.” little man remake mr rabbit
His neighbor on the shelf was Mr. Rabbit. Mr. Rabbit had been a grand fellow once—plush velvet, glass eyes, a little waistcoat. But children had loved him too hard. His left ear was a ragged stub. His stuffing leaked from a tear in his belly. One eye was missing, replaced by a mismatched black button that made him look permanently startled. “I’m not the same,” Mr
“It’s not so bad,” Theo whispered. “I’ve been remade before.” “I’m not the same