Does a green bunny exist?

If you ask any ordinary person, they’ll squint, think for a moment, and say something practical like, “Hmm… probably not.”

But if you ask Bonny?

He’ll smile with his soft blue eyes, lift one floppy ear, and say with complete certainty:

“Of course they do.”

Bonny is a gentle little dreamer with a heart full of curiosity and a mind full of stories that flutter like moths around a cozy lamp. When he sits by a window or stretches out on an old wooden bench, he imagines a place far away — deeper than any map, brighter than any fairy tale illustration.

A forest.

A very particular kind of forest.

A forest where every bunny is green, just like him.

Where every pair of eyes is blue, just like his.

Where the moss is soft, the light is warm, and no one ever looks surprised when a little mint-colored plush bunny hops by.

In Bonny’s dream, one day he magically arrives in this forest — maybe carried by a friendly wind, maybe through a hidden path that only soft-hearted creatures can see. And the moment he steps onto the mossy ground, all the green bunnies turn around, their ears perk up, and they shout:

“Bonny! Where have you been so long? We were waiting for you!”

They run to him, smother him in hugs, straighten his scarf, dust off his paws, and pull him toward a cozy little tree house where a teacup is already waiting on the table.

And of course —

they offer him a sandwich.

With raspberry jam.

Or blueberry.

But really, raspberry is better.

Until that magical day arrives, Bonny is perfectly happy where he is — exploring the world one bench, one window sill, and one dream at a time.

Because everyone, even the softest little plush bunny with big hopes and bigger ears, needs a dream to carry in their pocket.

And this one is Bonny’s.