Dear Callumz,
I can never truly know whether you read this, or even if you do, how much you actually care about it. I don't know whether it matters to you. And maybe it's completely irrelevant and/or unimportant. I don't know.
Either way, tonight I'll do as I said I would, and I will begin to tell the first half of your bedtime story:
"Once upon a time there were three bunnies who lived in a big green meadow next to a forest. The big bunny's name was Flopsy, the middle bunny was called Daisy and the littlest bunny was called Carrot.
"One day, the bunnies decided to go to the shops. But to get to the shops, they had to go through the dark, scary forest. There was a path leading through the forest to the shops, but to use it the bunnies had to find it as it was a long way away from their meadow.
"So off they hopped, until they came to a big tall tree, and they stopped. The bunnies could hear rustling in the very top of the tree, and they wondered what it could possibly be.
"Then all of a sudden, a big monster jumped out and scared them, and the bunnies had to run far, far away. And before long, the bunnies really were quite lost.
"After a hopping along for a while, the bunnies found the path. But the trouble was, it was on the other side of a great, rushing river. The bunnies stopped and scratched their little heads, wondering what on earth they were to do. They could see no fallen logs across the river, and there were no sticks big enough that they could use to hop along.
"Then little carrot spoke up: 'maybe, if we all find a bundle of sticks each, we can put them together somehow and make a bridge for us to cross!' Flopsy and Daisy agreed that this was indeed a very good idea, and they each went their seperate ways to find some sticks.
Love always,
Kaiteh.
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