AndsheheldthelittleRabbitcloseinherarmsandflewwithhimintothewood. Itwaslightnow,forthemoonhadrisen. Alltheforestwasbeautiful,andthefrondsofthebrackenshonelikefrostedsilver. Intheopengladebetweenthetree-trunksthewildrabbitsdancedwiththeirshadowsonthevelvetgrass,butwhentheysawtheFairytheyallstoppeddancingandstoodroundinaringtostareather. "I'vebroughtyouanewplayfellow,"theFairysaid."YoumustbeverykindtohimandteachhimallheneedstoknowinRabbit-land,forheisgoingtolivewithyouforeverandever!" AndshekissedthelittleRabbitagainandputhimdownonthegrass. "Runandplay,littleRabbit!"shesaid. ButthelittleRabbitsatquitestillforamomentandnevermoved. Forwhenhesawallthewildrabbitsdancingaroundhimhesuddenlyrememberedabouthishindlegs,andhedidn'twantthemtoseethathewasmadeallinonepiece. HedidnotknowthatwhentheFairykissedhimthatlasttimeshehadchangedhimaltogether. Andhemighthavesattherealongtime,tooshytomove,ifjustthensomethinghadn'ttickledhisnose,andbeforehethoughtwhathewasdoingheliftedhishindtoetoscratchit. Andhefoundthatheactuallyhadhindlegs! Insteadofdingyvelveteenhehadbrownfur,softandshiny,hisearstwitchedbythemselves,andhiswhiskersweresolongthattheybrushedthegrass. Hegaveoneleapandthejoyofusingthosehindlegswassogreatthathewentspringingabouttheturfonthem,jumpingsidewaysandwhirlingroundastheothersdid,andhegrewsoexcitedthatwhenatlasthedidstoptolookfortheFairyshehadgone. HewasaRealRabbitatlast,athomewiththeotherrabbits. AutumnpassedandWinter,andintheSpring,whenthedaysgrewwarmandsunny,theBoywentouttoplayinthewoodbehindthehouse. Andwhilehewasplaying,tworabbitscreptoutfromthebrackenandpeepedathim. Oneofthemwasbrownallover,buttheotherhadstrangemarkingsunderhisfur,asthoughlongagohehadbeenspotted,andthespotsstillshowedthrough. Andabouthislittlesoftnoseandhisroundblackeyestherewassomethingfamiliar,sothattheBoythoughttohimself: "Why,helooksjustlikemyoldBunnythatwaslostwhenIhadscarletfever!" ButheneverknewthatitreallywashisownBunny,comebacktolookatthechildwhohadfirsthelpedhimtobeReal.