This is the story of the Velveteen Rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse.
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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boys bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
On Christmas morning when he sat wedged in the top of the boys stocking with a sprig of holly between his paws the effect was charming.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time 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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream 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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book it's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse.
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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's a thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream 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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time 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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse.
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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse.
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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream 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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse.
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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boys bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
On Christmas morning when he sat wedged in the top of the boys stocking with a sprig of holly between his paws the effect was charming.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once?
He asked.
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book it's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book it's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream 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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book it's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
On Christmas morning when he sat wedged in the top of the boys stocking with a sprig of holly between his paws the effect was charming.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once he asked or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once it takes a long time 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.
The rabbit sighed he thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the China dog that always slept with him.
Here Nana said take your old bunny he'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the Velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep the rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once the rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk and Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen rabbit and it's by Marjorie Williams and I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen rabbit and he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours the boy loved him and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and in the excitement 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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse who was very wise.
What is real asked the rabbit one day.
It's a thing that happens to you said the skin horse 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 happen all at once?
He asked.
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening when the boy was going to bed he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night and for many nights after the Velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming on soon.
And all the pink rubbed off his nose with a boy had kissed him.
Spring came and they had long days in the garden.
For wherever the boy went,
The rabbit went too.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk.
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen rabbit.
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen rabbit.
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him.
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner.
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked.
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams,
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the Skin Horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the Rabbit one day.
It's a thing that happens to you,
Said the Skin Horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The Rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the China Dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The Velveteen Rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The Rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams,
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the Skin Horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the Rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the Skin Horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The Rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the China Dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The Velveteen Rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The Rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of The Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner.
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the Skin Horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the Rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the Skin Horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The Rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the China Dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The Velveteen Rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The Rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner.
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the Skin Horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the Rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the Skin Horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The Rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the China Dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said.
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The Velveteen Rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The Rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daley.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner.
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the Skin Horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the Rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the Skin Horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The Rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the China Dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The Velveteen Rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The Rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him.
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the Skin Horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the Rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the Skin Horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The Rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The Velveteen Rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The Rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams,
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the Skin Horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the Rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the Skin Horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The Rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the China Dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The Velveteen Rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The Rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams,
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the Skin Horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the Rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the Skin Horse.
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The Rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the China Dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The Velveteen Rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The Rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of The Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a Velveteen Rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams,
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him,
Because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse.
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said.
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of The Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams,
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of The Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse.
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said.
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of The Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse.
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of the velveteen rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams.
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
This is the story of The Velveteen Rabbit,
And it's by Marjorie Williams,
And I'm reading this story to help you sleep.
The version I have is in a tiny little book.
It's a miniature version with very beautiful illustrations by Don Daly.
Are you ready for me to begin?
There was once a velveteen rabbit,
And he was really splendid.
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.
For at least two hours,
The boy loved him,
And then aunts and uncles came to dinner,
And in the excitement,
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.
The only person who was kind to him was the skin horse,
Who was very wise.
What is real?
Asked the rabbit one day.
It's the thing that happens to you,
Said the skin horse,
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 happen all at once?
He asked,
Or bit by bit?
It doesn't happen all at once.
It takes a long time.
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.
The rabbit sighed.
He thought it would be a long time before this magic called real happened to him.
One evening,
When the boy was going to bed,
He couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him.
Here,
Nana said,
Take your old bunny.
He'll do to sleep with you.
That night,
And for many nights after,
The velveteen rabbit slept in the boy's bed.
When the boy dropped off to sleep,
The rabbit would snuggle close and dream.
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 was coming 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.
Once,
The rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk,
And Nana had to look for him,
Because the boy couldn't sleep unless he was there.
