9 Great Reasons to Have the Velveteen Rabbit Story in Your Home Library
Has your child read the precious classic story of The Velveteen Rabbit? Have you? If not, then take this opportunity to purchase the book or borrow it from your local library. There are so many reasons to love this gem of book and I've listed 9 of them for you.
Also, stick around below to find additional information about the story (Where to purchase the book, a brief history of the story, the meaning of The Velveteen Rabbit and the moral behind the story, as well as whether there is a movie for the book & where to find the book in pdf format for online reading.)
If you have a beginning reader, young reader, struggling reader, or just want to have a beautiful classic story in your library, this is the book for you! Perfect for the Christmas season or for someone you love. Let me know in the comments if this is a book you have loved also!
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First, a summary of "The Velveteen Rabbit" story:
For the sake of brevity and to give you the quickest of recaps, this beautiful fairytale written by Margery Williams begins with a new pink silken-eared velveteen rabbit snug inside a boy's stocking on a Christmas morning. As the story continues, the Skin Horse (the wisest and oldest toy in the nursery who was owned by the boy's uncle), tells the rabbit about toys magically becoming real when they are loved by a child. The boy eventually moves on to other toys, and the velveteen rabbit's dream of becoming a real bunny (like the ones he sees outside) is at peril.
Even as an adult I have loved this story, and so I don't want to ruin the ending for you. You may want to jump to the bottom of the page, where I'll include a transcript of the whole story if you don't want to read the spoilers that are probably included as I discuss the book below.
Here are 9 reasons why this book should be in your library:
1. The imagery and descriptive language of the story is perfect for new readers (Velveteen Rabbit quotes included).
If you want your child to learn beautiful language and open up his imagination to rich imagery and text that provokes feeling, this book is right for you. A few quotes from the story that will stir a picture in your mind:
"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."
What a rabbit! And in description of his encounter with actual real-live rabbits:
"Their feet padded softly on the ground, and they crept quite close to him, twitching their noses, 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."
Or in the woods,
"For where the tear had fallen a flower grew out of the ground, a mysterious flower, not at all like any that grew in the garden. It had slender green leaves the colour of emeralds, and in the centre of the leaves a blossom like a golden cup. It was so beautiful that the little Rabbit forgot to cry, and just lay there watching it. And presently the blossom opened, and out of it there stepped a fairy."
These words take the reader away to another world and will evoke emotion in your child's heart. It's books like these that you want to expose your children to, so that their love for the written word may grow, and they can become great passionate readers.
2. You can use The Velveteen Rabbit as a way to teach your child her own value, and how she may view herself.
In the nursery that the velveteen rabbit finds itself, as the new toy of the boy of the nursery, he is surrounded by all other kinds of toys.
Although new and beautiful in his own right, the rabbit quickly notices that the shinier and mechanical toys seem to have more value than he does. They boast about their fancy ways and consider themselves to be above the other toys. This makes the velveteen rabbit feel terrible!
But, as they story goes, the rabbit begins to see that his value stems from how much he loved by the boy. None of the other toys seem to be given the same amount of love that the boy shows the rabbit.
You can teach your child that she is perfect just the way she is, without having to worry about what other people say and the way other people look. This is even proven further by the fact that the boy continues to love the rabbit even as time passes and the rabbit begins to lose all his outer beauty by fading and age.
The boy loves the rabbit to the end of the story.
3. Encouragement of minimalism when it comes to what things we allow into our life.
In a nursery room full of toys, the boy receives more and more. He has so many that he forgets the value of some by ignoring what he loved before, and moving on to all the newer attractive toys that he gets throughout his Christmas morning.
In the story, we know by the end that the boy does love the rabbit deeply, and connects with it in a deeper way, but not until after he received so many other gifts that become forgotten, and only after the prompting of Nana.
This story was published in 1922. Most children of that day would be completely astonished at the number of toys your average child of today has.
Yet, even then, the boy is overwhelmed by his toys.
We know that today, many of our children are plagued by anxiety and stress at an early age. Drenched in a digital world that forces them to make continual choices, our children can use a bit of peace and calm.
I love the Velveteen Rabbit because if you help your child to analyze the story, you can agree together that the single most important toy (to the boy) was the rabbit. The extra toys and mess of the nursery were added chaos to the loveliness of the boy's relationship with his rabbit.
4. The wording of the story is perfect for promoting & increasing the fluency of your new reader.
As your child grows as a reader, encourage him to read all different kinds of books from all stages of life, and written at all different times of history in the world.
I love the British early 20th century speak of the text of The Velveteen Rabbit:
(of the toy Skin Horse in the nursery) "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 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.
As you read to your child, put on your best expressive voice. Play up all these delicious adjectives, and put emphasis and feeling where needed. If you are so bold, speak in your best British voice. (If you are American or an English-speaker from another country, this will be so much fun for your kiddo).
Fluency is best learned from a child by hearing great readers READ. This is why it is so important to read to your child daily, or make sure they are read to.
5. The Velveteen Rabbit is one great way to introduce moral instruction to your child.
There are several moral values you can encourage your child to pick up on and learn from in the story.
One is the value of humility. The mechanical toys in the nursery are so haughty, and they set themselves apart from the other toys by value of superficial things. By contrast, the Skin Horse shows great humility by setting himself to be a friend and teacher to the newer and struggling velveteen rabbit, even though he is much older and wiser. You can speak to your child about which character trait seems to be the better of the two, and why.
The wild rabbits that the velveteen rabbit meets outside are another set of characters that you can analyze with your child. Talk about the way the wild rabbits treated the velveteen rabbit. In the story, the wild rabbits exclaim and make fun of the hind legs of the toy bunny. Talk to your child about the way that made the velveteen rabbit feel, and how it shaped his life, and his hopes and dreams.
6. The book is perfect for great philosophical discussions with your children.
Much of the main premise of The Velveteen Rabbit is based upon what is seen as "real". There are so many great ways to look at this as a philosophical discussion around your dinner table.
Talk about what is real from the perspective of each of the characters, and then discuss your opinions about the truth or validity of each. Come from it as many angles as you can, and encourage your child to look at it in all different ways.
The mechanical toys see themselves as very real in the nursery. Are they? Or do they just perceive themselves that way? Or are they real to themselves simply because they see themselves this way?
The Skin Horse sees himself as real because the boy's uncle's love made him real. Does this make him real? Does the fact that the velveteen rabbit long for this "realness" make it so?
The wild rabbits that hop and live in the woods definitely perceive themselves to be real, and to see the velveteen rabbit as a toy. Is the velveteen rabbit actually not a real thing because of the way the wild rabbits see him? Or does he only become real at the end of the story when he can hop and play in the woods?
I could go on and on, but I'll let you analyze the story for yourself and talk about it with your child to come up with your own ideas for discussion. But there are subjects ripe for engagement here with your family, and I believe you should take advantage of them!
7. Reading the story aloud at home brings a magical, warm & cozy feel to the memories of your household.
Do you have cornerstone books on the shelves of your home? I hope you do! But if not, begin building that library now. Be careful not to fluff it up with cheap books from the dollar store or books of passing stories that are here one day on the sale page of Scholastic books and gone tomorrow. (Don't get me wrong - those are fun and have a place!)
But for your smaller forever library, pick the books that speak most to you and those you love. The books that will be read over and over through the years and will bring back childhood memories of your home now.
These books can set the tone for the beauty of your home, the magical, warm and cozy feelings that you want to create to make your family love to be there and to keep coming back.
8. The story of the Velveteen Rabbit is a good introduction to friendship relationships.
The story is a great platform to begin talking to your children about friendship and what friendship can look like and mean. The velveteen rabbit encounters several different characters in the story, and each has a different friendship-relationship with him.
First, he begins a relationship with the boy, who is also his owner and keeper. This friendship "of sorts" can be analyzed about what kind of give and take can look like in this dynamic of a relationship.
Better still is the friendship that the rabbit develops with the Skin Horse, the older and wiser. Throughout the rabbit's time in the nursery, he spends most of his friendship time with the Skin Horse. With your child, you can talk about what friendship can look like between people who are different ages.
And the last friendship-relationship for the rabbit is with the wild rabbits. This looks different at the beginning of the story than it does at the end when they all go off playing together. So our life relationships go - they ebb and flow and change as time goes.
9. It speaks to encouraging our children to dream big dreams, and hope for the impossible to happen.
As soon as the velveteen toy rabbit realizes that his hind legs do not in fact, work, his greatest desire is to be real like the other bunnies. Although this dream seems completely impossible, somehow it becomes real in the end.
But even his smaller dreams to become real happen in other (and maybe even more considerable) ways during the length of his stay in the nursery. The love of the boy makes him real in the truest sense in that he is known and loved truly by another.
Teach your children to never give up their dreams. Even the seemingly impossible ones! And that as they progress through life, to take note of and acknowledge dreams to come true for them that they didn't even know they had.
More information about The Velveteen Rabbit:
The Velveteen Rabbit (also known as How Toys Become Real), written by Margery Williams and illustrated by William Nicholson, was published in 1922. Margery Williams was an English-American. She was born and spent her early years in London, and then later moved with her family to America. She also later spent some of her life in Italy, and then returned to America, when she wrote this famous children's story.
She authored quite a few children's books, and several with similar somber story-lines, balanced by love and compassion come to save the day. Her works won several awards and she died not seeing the end of the second World War, in 1944. Her particular book, The Velveteen Rabbit, has won it's right as a classic of children's literature and is considered by many to be her best.
The Velveteen Rabbit movies
(a narration by Meryl Streep)
Where to purchase The Velveteen Rabbit
The book The Velveteen Rabbit is most likely readily available at your local bookstore. You can also purchase many versions of this classic online. Below are several options from Amazon.
And finally, the written story of The Velveteen Rabbit (or you could head over to this site to get The Velveteen Rabbit pdf):
There 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 the top of the Boy's 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, and 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 very 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 through 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 didn't know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself, 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 the 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 underneath, 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 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 room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's 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 Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often 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 the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't 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 Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't 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 wished 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 in cupboards. She called this "tidying up," and the playthings all hated it, especially the tin ones. The Rabbit didn't mind it so much, for wherever he was thrown he came down soft.
One evening, when the Boy was going to bed, he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him. Nana was in a hurry, 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 door stood open, she made a swoop.
"Here," she said, "take your old Bunny! He'll do to sleep with you!" And she dragged the Rabbit out by one ear, and put him into the Boy's arms.
That night, and for many nights after, the Velveteen Rabbit slept in the Boy's bed. At first he found it rather 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, 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 burrows the real rabbits lived in. And they had 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 Boy's hands clasped close round him all night long.
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 him.
Spring came, and they had long days in the garden, 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 out to tea, the Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk, and Nana had to come and look for him with the candle because the Boy couldn't 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 corner of her apron.
"You must have your old Bunny!" she said. "Fancy all that fuss for a toy!"
The Boy sat up in bed and stretched out his hands.
"Give me my Bunny!" he said. "You mustn't say that. He isn't a toy. He's REAL!"
When the little Rabbit heard that he was happy, for he knew that what the Skin Horse had said was true at last. The nursery magic had happened 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 beauty, so that even Nana noticed it next morning when she picked him up, and said, "I declare if that old Bunny hasn't got quite a knowing expression!"
That was a wonderful Summer!
Near the house where they lived there was a wood, and in the long June evenings the Boy liked to go there after tea to play. 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.
One 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 their seams didn't 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, 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 couldn't 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 noses twitched.
"Why don't you get up and play with us?" one of them asked.
"I don't feel like it," said the Rabbit, for he didn't want to explain that he had no clockwork.
"Ho!" said the furry rabbit. "It's as easy as anything," And he gave a big hop sideways and stood on his hind legs.
"I don't believe you can!" 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 didn't 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 made all in one piece, like a pincushion. He sat still in the bracken, and hoped that the other rabbits wouldn't notice.
"I don't want to!" he said again.
But the wild rabbits have very sharp eyes. And this one stretched out his neck and looked.
"He hasn't got any hind legs!" he called out. "Fancy a rabbit without 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 round and dance, till the little Rabbit got quite dizzy.
"I don't like dancing," he said. "I'd 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 long whiskers brushed the Velveteen Rabbit's ear, and then he wrinkled his nose suddenly and flattened his ears and jumped backwards.
"He doesn't smell right!" he exclaimed. "He isn't a rabbit at all! He isn't real!"
"I am Real!" said the little Rabbit. "I am Real! The Boy said so!" And he nearly began to cry.
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 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 couldn't they stop and talk to me?"
For a long time he lay very still, watching the bracken, and hoping that they would come 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, 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 didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't 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 the 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 the 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 games 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, while 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 Boy was going to the seaside to-morrow. Everything was arranged, and now it only remained to carry out the doctor's 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 toys 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 him.
"How about his old Bunny?" she asked.
"That?" said the doctor. "Why, it's a mass of scarlet fever germs!–Burn it at once. What? Nonsense! Get him a new one. He mustn't 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 whole lot.
That night the Boy slept in a different bedroom, and he had a new bunny to sleep with him. It was a splendid bunny, all white plush with real glass eyes, but the Boy was too excited to care very much about it. For to-morrow he was going to the seaside, and that in itself was such a wonderful thing that he could think of nothing else.
And while the Boy was asleep, dreaming of the seaside, the little Rabbit lay among the old picture-books in the corner behind the fowl-house, and he felt very lonely. The sack had been left untied, and so by wriggling a bit he was able to get his head through the opening and look out. He was shivering a little, for he had always been used to sleeping in a proper bed, and by this time his coat had worn so thin and threadbare from hugging that it was no longer any protection to him.
Near by he could see the thicket of raspberry canes, growing tall and close like a tropical jungle, in whose shadow he had played with the Boy on bygone mornings. He thought of those long sunlit hours in the garden–how happy they were–and a great sadness came over him. He seemed to see them all pass before him, each more beautiful than the other, the fairy huts in the flower-bed, the quiet evenings in the wood when he lay in the bracken and the little ants ran over his paws; the wonderful day when he first knew that he was Real. He thought of the Skin Horse, so wise and gentle, and all that he had told him. Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground.
And then a strange thing happened. For where the tear had fallen a flower grew out of the ground, a mysterious flower, not at all like any that grew in the garden. It had slender green leaves the colour of emeralds, and in the centre of the leaves a blossom like a golden cup. It was so beautiful that the little Rabbit forgot to cry, and just lay there watching it. And presently the blossom opened, and out of it there stepped a fairy.
She was quite the loveliest fairy in the whole world. Her dress was of pearl and dew-drops, and there were flowers round her neck and in her hair, and her face was like the most perfect flower of all. And she came close to the little Rabbit and gathered him up in her arms and kissed him on his velveteen nose that was all damp from crying.
"Little Rabbit," she said, "don't you know who I am?"
The Rabbit looked up at her, and it seemed to him that he had seen her face before, but he couldn't think where.
"I am the nursery magic Fairy," she said. "I take care of all the playthings that the children have loved. When they are old and worn out and the children don't need them any more, then I come and take them away with me and turn them into Real."
"Wasn't I Real before?" asked the little Rabbit.
"You were Real to the Boy," the Fairy said, "because he loved you. Now you shall be Real to every one."
I hope you have enjoyed this sweet story as much as I have!