margery williams bianco the velveteen rabbit

The model boat, who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never missed an opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upon every one else they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. For at least two hours the Boy loved him, and then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new presents the Velveteen Rabbit was forgotten.įor a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought very much about him. There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all. 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. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. HERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. The Skin Horse Tells His Story Spring Time This eBook is courtesy of the Celebration of Women Writers, online at.

Margery williams bianco the velveteen rabbit