… is an adorable, warm little story.
(Please excuse my not-very-aesthetically-pleasing handwriting.)
Just some of my favourite bits:
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.
Somehow I seem to know what that’s supposed to feel like…
“Give me my Bunny!” he said. “You mustn’t say that. He isn’t a toy. He’s REAL!”
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.
Almost heartachingly sweet.