Little Fox's rabbit

In the center of the continent there is a mountain, and beside the mountain there is a forest. A mountain is a high mountain that touches the clouds, and a forest is a forest with thousands of trees.

In the deepest part of the forest lived a little fox. He lived in a wooden house he had built himself.

Fox liked the mushroom soup cooked by Miss Rabbit at the other end of the forest. Miss Rabbit was a gray rabbit, like the highest rock at the top of the cliff and the closest to the clouds. She always smiled and said to Fox, please enjoy yourself.

Every day when the sun rose, fox would run through the forest to Miss Rabbit's shop and buy a bowl of mushroom soup. Then he would sit by the window and watch the busy Miss Rabbit while he ate the soup.

Little Fox lived every day to the fullest.

Sometimes the roses in the yard would ask the tired little fox, "Why don't you move your house to Miss Rabbit's?"

Often at this time the little fox would sadly answer her: "Miss Rabbit must like a big shaggy tail orange fox, I am ugly white fox, she will not like, and I go, no one to water you."

"But I think a white fox looks the best." Rose blushed.

Though Rose thought Fox was the most beautiful fox in the world, Fox did not agree with him. The reason why he lived in the deep forest was that all the foxes thought he was an ugly fox, and no one wanted to live with the ugly fox, except Rose.

Suddenly one night, when the little fox came back very happy, he jumped to meet the white moonlight, eyes falling stars glittering and translucent, he gently shook the sleeping rose.

"Today Miss Rabbit talked to me and let me taste her turnip cake!"

The little fox was really happy. He was not tired as usual, but more energetic than ever. He shared with the Rose tirelessly every word Miss Rabbit said to him.

Rose did not say anything from beginning to end, just very sad to look at the little fox, looking at his dyed orange hair, very bright in the moonlight, even more bright than her red petals, but he is no longer the white little fox before.

"Orange is the ugliest! Every day the rose complained about the flying butterfly.

Then Fox and Miss Rabbit became good friends, and he began to send Miss Rabbit every day little things that he thought were funny. Sometimes they were pebbles from the river, sometimes they were hairpins made with bows, and sometimes they were feathers dropped by the beautiful Lady canary.

This day he had brought some hazelnuts, for Miss Rabbit had mentioned them the other day, and he had traded a lot of red pine nuts and squirrels for them.

Very unexpectedly, Miss Rabbit very grateful hug him, big eyes bent a bridge, little fox red face.

"Thank you." Miss Rabbit carefully packed the hazelnuts, "he likes to eat hazelnuts, will be very happy!"

Miss Rabbit said that he was Mr. Rabbit, who had recently moved in next door to her. He was a very popular gentleman rabbit with white fur and always wore a round bronzed monocle, and Miss Rabbit liked him a little.

That night, the light of the moon became hairy, not bright, little fox dejected back home, originally sleeping roses were awakened by the footsteps of the shuffling, a long yawn.

"What's the matter with you, Fox?

"Miss Rabbit likes Mr. White Rabbit."

"Then you wash off the orange hair, must be better than that Mr. Rabbit!" "Said the Rose expectantly.

"You're just a flower. You don't understand." The little fox got into the quilt sadly.

"I get it. I'm a rose with a soul!" "She cried angrily, as the petals grew brighter and brighter, but no one answered her in the empty courtyard.

The next day Fox went to Miss Rabbit, because he wanted to sit with her and talk.

"I want to give Mr. Rabbit one of the most beautiful flowers. Do you know where I can find one?" Miss Rabbit asked Fox in distress.

"I know where it is. Let me help you."

In the evening Fox told Rose what Miss Rabbit had said, because he thought rose was the most beautiful flower in the world.

"Put me in a pot, or it will soon wither." "Said the rose, closing its petals to avoid the eyes of the little fox.

The next day, as soon as the sun was over the horizon, Fox left the hut with the roses. The roses knew how long Fox had to walk every day. They crossed nineteen streams, and it was not until the sun fell through the green leaves overhead that they saw Miss Rabbit.

"It is the most beautiful rose. You can give it to Mr. Rabbit!" "Smiled Fox.

Miss Rabbit thanked Fox and the flowerpot, which had been painted blue all day. She brought him a bowl of mushroom soup and sat down with him face to face.

"In fact, there used to be a white fox in the store every day, and he would just sit here and order a bowl of mushroom soup, but suddenly one day he never came back. You know how much I wanted to touch his fluffy white tail, but I was only a gray rabbit, and he definitely didn't like it." Miss Rabbit looked out of the window regretfully and sighed. Before the fox could answer, she left to greet the guests.

Miss Rabbit was surprised at first, but then her eyes began to look sorry. "I'm sorry, Fox, but I'm going to marry Mr. Rabbit next spring. Yesterday he liked the rose so much that he asked me to thank you."

"Oh... Well, that would be great..." Little fox thoroughly into a sad mood, his crystal eyes gray, white hair is no longer bright, he even unable to return to the deep forest cabin, but hid not far away in a Banyan hole nest, he missed the rose.

"Roses! Fox cried out suddenly in the middle of the night and then whimpered.

"What's the matter, Fox?"

It was the sound of a rose. The fox looked up and looked. In the moonlight, the rose became a beautiful flower essence, with long black hair floating in her ankles.

"I told you I was a rose with a soul!"

"And as I said, Miss Rabbit would love the white Fox."

"Give me some time, Mr. Fox!

Rose never lies to Mr. Fox, because she likes Mr. Fox very much.

Fox did wait for Miss Rabbit.

"I have found you at last, dear little fox." Miss Rabbit kissed Fox, and his long ears hung down.

In the deepest part of the forest, there was a small wooden house, in which lived a little white fox and a gray rabbit, but the yard was missing the dazzling red.

Suddenly one day, Miss Rabbit and the fox in a daze said: "Little fox, have you heard that the red rose soul has the god of love Cupid gave love, a withered rose on behalf of her successful sacrifice of love, this is yesterday happened to meet the fairy told me the story!"

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