The bunny was the happiest creature in the meadow, a soft ball of fur with wide, trusting eyes and a heart too big for his tiny body. He bounced from flower to flower, offering tomatoes as red as the morning sun, fresh hemp that smelled of earth and sky, and smooth gray stones that, when held, made the world feel a little softer, a little kinder. And oh, how he loved! He loved the crickets that sang