Wednesday, 6 May 2009
"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."
See the story of the rabbit here as told by Meryl Streep ~ The Velveteen Rabbit
Friday, 24 April 2009
Little Jimmy Goose was quite merry and he sang loudly at the top of his voice.
He was looking forward to a splash and a paddle in the gently flowing river.
Little Jimmy Goose had had five wriggly fat worms in his tummy for breakfast that day.
He toddled along beside Jemima Mother Goose.
Jemima Mother Goose was very tall too and she could see well beyond the reeds to the gently flowing river.
Jemima Mother Goose was looking forward to her early morning swim.
But Little Jimmy Goose was very little.
The reeds seemed like huge trees to him and he couldnt see above them at all.
In fact it was quite dark down at the bottom of the reeds where little Jimmy Goose was and little Jimmy quickly lost sight of Jemima Mother Goose...
The reeds got darker and darker. Little Jimmy Goose began to get scared. He couldn't see Jemima Mother Goose at all!
The reeds rustled and moved. Little Jimmy Goose was very, very, very scared.
Then he saw a terrible sight. The terrible sight of Mr Furry Fox!
Mr Furry Fox looked at him with his beady eyes. His sharp foxy teeth gleamed in the darkness of the reeds...
Jemima Mother Goose had warned Little Jimmy Goose that Mr Furry Fox often hid in the dark reeds looking for baby geese to eat.
Little Jimmy Goose shivered and shook in fear. "Oh where is my Mummy?" he thought.
But Little Jimmy's Mummy, Jemima Mother Goose, was very tall. Her head was high above the reeds where Little Jimmy Goose was lost. She had spotted Mr Furry Fox with his gleaming foxy teeth. And she was very worried about Little Jimmy Goose.
She quickly called "Little Jimmy, Little Jimmy ~ Mummy is here! Mummy is here!"
Little Jimmy heard Jemima Mother Goose's voice in the dark reeds. He toddled as quickly as he could towards her.
He saw her big yellow feet and looked up and there she was.
Jemima Mother Goose's head reached down to him through the dark reeds.
"There you are Little Jimmy !" she said. "I was sure that Furry Fox had eaten you."
Little Jimmy was so happy to see Jemima Mother Goose.
He didnt wander off ever again in the reeds. And so off they went together, to the gently flowing river for their morning swim.