The Velveteenie Rabbit.docx

The Velveteen Rabbit - Early Reader English Story for Kids This is the Fairy Tale story of the Velveteen Rabbit, or How Toys Became Real. It is brought to you by Stories to Grow by.

A soft and fluffy Velveteen Rabbit lived in a toybox in a Boy's room. Each day, the Boy opened the toybox and picked up Velveteen Rabbit. And Velveteen Rabbit was happy. Then newer, brighter toys came into the toybox. They had special tricks. Some could move when the Boy pushed a button. Others bounced high. Velveteen Rabbit had no special tricks or buttons. No wonder the Boy started to choose these other new toys. At night, when the toys were back all in the toybox, the other toys talked with pride about the fine things they could do. Velveteen Rabbit was quiet. There was not much to say. Only one other toy in the toy box was like Velveteen Rabbit. Cowboy Horse was also a soft, fluffy toy. But he was old. Most of his hair was worn away. He had only one eye left. Cowboy Horse said to Velveteen Rabbit, “Soft toys like us are really the lucky ones. We get loved the most. And when soft toys get loved and loved, we can become Real.” “What is Real?” said Velveteen Rabbit. “Being Real is the best," said Skin Horse. "You can move when you want to move. When you are Real, if you are loved, you can show your love back.”

"And when soft toys get loved and loved, we can become Real."

This all sounded fine to Velveteen Rabbit. But how could that ever happen as long as Velveteen Rabbit was stuck in the toy box? After all, the Boy was playing with toys that could do special things. One day Nana, who took care of the Boy, flew open the lid of the toy box. She said in a busy tone, “Oh, dear! That walking doggie is missing. I must find something else for the Boy!” In a second, Velveteen Rabbit was plopped down onto the bed with the Boy. This began another happy time for Velveteen Rabbit. Each night the Boy would hold Velveteen Rabbit close in his arms. In the morning, the Boy would show Velveteen Rabbit how to make rabbit holes under the sheets. If the Boy went outside to a picnic, or to the park, Velveteen Rabbit would come with him, too. After awhile, with the hugging and holding, much of Velveteen Rabbit’s fur got matted down. Its pink nose grew less pink with all the Boy’s kisses. But Velveteen Rabbit did not care. It was happy. nbsp;

In a second, Velveteen Rabbit was plopped down onto the bed with the Boy.