Once upon a time, there was a bunny girl. Everyone looked at her like she was strange. So what if she had big ears? So what if her clothes didn't match theirs? So what if she couldn't play the same games they did? She didn't care. She turned away, wandering down a hill into a pretty garden.
Maybe, she did care....a little.....she crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. That didn't mean she was going to change to please the likes of them. She caught sight of her reflection in a bird bath. She caressed her long ears. She liked them. They were good enough for her. She looked down at her dress. She liked it too even if it was a little old fashion. It hurt that they didn't see how she was fine just the way she was.
She decided to go on a magical quest to find more creatures like her. Did she mean more bunny girls? Maybe....yes....perhaps. But really, she meant more creatures who understood her and who looked at her like she was perfect the way she was. She imagined that she'd find dazzling creatures who might scare her a little....well....because she was little. But she would brave going out and exploring. It was worth it to find these magical creatures....and also....to find where she belonged.
Quickly, she packed to set off on her quest. She didn't know how long it would take. She would prepare for as long as necessary....a week.....months....years? Who knew. She packed a magical tote bag with a soft pillow, a magical clock and a set of stationery cards to write letters home about the incredible things she would discover. Of course, she couldn't forget her magical pouch to put in stamps and pens...and maybe some lipstick too.
She was ready to explore, slinging the tote bag over her shoulder. Off she went around the corner and down the hill. She walked further than she ever walked before. She passed the neighbors who had a big estate with gates to lock everyone out or maybe everyone in. She kept going when the sun went down. Why not? Her feet still felt fine.
When she finally needed to rest, she found a big smooth moss covered rock to sit upon. She plopped down and took off her shoes. Rubbing the balls of her feet felt good. When she looked up. She saw a door in a tree. She gasped. Where did that come from? It wasn't there a second ago. Or was it? Did someone live there? She had to know.
She slipped her shoes back on and knocked three times on the door. It opened...just a crack. She took that to mean to come in. Her adventure would begin now.