A rabbit that can climb trees

Sometimes everything you see, hear, think and understand is not worth a little self-deception.

1

That day, the little rabbit floated home like a gust of wind and hugged his mother who was eager to cook. He buried his head in his mother's loose apron and said excitedly, "mom, mom, do you know I'm in love?" Mother touched his little head. "Yes, the baby is going to grow up."

"Yes, yes!" Little rabbit's cheeks are red, and its three-petaled mouth happily turns into a flower. "Mom, do you know that she has a long fluffy tail? It swings like a velvet. " She just jumped up and down the tree and smiled at me. When she smiled, the sunshine melted among the leaves, and the broken sunshine was cold on her face. "

"But baby, you are like a squirrel, and you can't climb trees. How can you like squirrels? "

Hearing his mother's words, he froze. "So, why can't I climb a tree? Why? "

"Because we are rabbits, rabbits can't climb trees."

"Then I don't want to be a rabbit. I don't want to be a rabbit. I want to be a squirrel. It's all your fault, because you and I are rabbits. I hate you. " He ran into the room crying, leaving his mother standing where she was.

2

For several days in a row, the little rabbit was moping around the tree. Even the fresh leaves of grass in spring are tasteless to him. He wants to find the squirrel and tell her that he likes him, but he is a rabbit. He can't climb trees.

Seeing his sad appearance, mother went to pick a mass of cotton, asked Mr. Cat for his child's nails, sewed them at home for three days and nights, and made a big plush tail and gloves for the rabbit to climb trees. He also helped him find a teacher, so the rabbit began to learn to climb trees hard. At first, he was beaten to pieces and his front teeth were broken in half. But when his teeth grew back, he finally became a rabbit that could climb trees.

three

When he finally learned to climb trees, he couldn't wait to find the squirrel he fell in love with at first sight. When he saw her, he felt that he was suffocating.

He summoned up the courage to say hello to the squirrel, and they met and became friends. From then on, a rabbit and a squirrel who can climb trees will play happily every day. But after all, he is a rabbit, and his posture of climbing trees is funny, so flexible squirrels often watch clumsy rabbits rolling on thick branches in the distance with a smile.

She finally stopped laughing and said breathlessly, "You look like an actor in a circus from a distance."

"What's that?"

"What a funny comedian. They have pine cones every day. I like eating pinecones best, but now there are fewer and fewer pinecones, and I am always unhappy. " The squirrel is a little lonely, and the afterglow of the sunset lines her pink cheeks, which seems to cast an attractive and shy color on the whole world. The rabbit forgot to climb the tree and stared at the squirrel for a while. As a result, I fell from the tree and fell to the ground with a splash.

The squirrel was startled and shouted, "Are you all right? "It doesn't matter. Little rabbit is lying on the ground. All he can see is the picture just now and what he said to the squirrel.

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So Tutu went to the distance to be a circus performer, a clumsy rabbit who can climb trees, plus funny costumes and clown-like deliberate performances, which suddenly made the popularity of the circus soar. Tutu became the top figure in the circus and received many pine cones every day. So after work, he will hold a lot of pinecones and run to share them with squirrels. They will chew pine cones together, play together in the sunset and look at the sparkling lake in the sunset not far away.

So one day the rabbit told the squirrel that he had liked her for a long time. The squirrel smiled happily and said, "Thank you, but I am a squirrel."

Little Nutbrown hare said, "I am a rabbit who can climb trees." Aren't we the same? I also have a big furry tail. "

So the squirrel smiled at him. "Then you are really great." You laughed so hard that you couldn't see it.

So the rabbit smiles at the squirrel, too. He seems to be amused by the squirrel's joke, and he laughs until tears come out.

5.

From that day on, Bunny still performed in the circus every day, and the audience's interest gradually decreased. He began to get more pinecones every day, but he still took a bag of pinecones to find squirrels every day. Nothing seems to have changed between them, it seems that everything has changed. Sometimes the squirrel will be away, and the bunny will put the pine cone in their usual place, waiting for the squirrel to take it away or eat it together the next day.

Sometimes he will bring some pinecones home for his mother to eat, and her mother will eat some happily every time, but he knows that her mother doesn't like pinecones because he doesn't like them, but he eats them every day and is used to them.

Day after day, time passes short and long, and such a day has become the whole life of Little Rabbit.

6.

Little Nutbrown hare thought that life might go on like this, but one day, his mother died suddenly. No one helped him mend his gloves and tail, and the rabbit who performed every day was in a state of constant fear, and his pine cones became less and less. So he looks at one or two pinecones in his hand after work every day, hesitating by the lake and being at a loss.

Finally, one day, his gloves were broken and his plush tail was ground bare. Rabbits can't climb trees. His clown performance was not set off by his stunt of climbing trees. He is so lazy and boring that his performance is no longer attractive. One day, he was unexpectedly driven away. Nobody wants to keep a rabbit that eats and dies.

When the rabbits grow up, they can only go back to their own forest in despair. Once shining snow-white hair was covered with dust and mud, and once jewel-like bright eyes overflowed with only confusion and panic. He stopped and walked in the forest, gnawing at the stiff grass roots in autumn from time to time. When he chewed his cheeks, he looked up and saw that a big tail had passed in the canopy. He blinked in confusion and listened attentively, only the bleak autumn wind rolled up the falling chrysanthemum petals. The world in the tree, which he tried to approach as a squirrel, always felt that he was in the world, but then he suddenly realized that the real gap was never their race.

So he stared at the rotten pine cone pile and chewed the hard shell in his mouth like revenge, but the action slowed down bit by bit until it was completely frozen. Water drops fell from nowhere and landed on his head, with a bang, accompanied by a fragile and helpless voice, and instantly broke without a trace.