There was once a dreamy bunny who lived in a little house in the middle of the forest, surrounded by books and fantasy, but had no friends.

 Everyone had sidelined him because he spent the day telling imaginary stories about chivalrous exploits, underwater adventures, and alien expeditions.

He was always inventing adventures as if he had lived them for real, until his friends got tired of listening to him and he ended up being left alone.

At first the bunny felt very sad and began to think that their stories were very boring and that is why no one wanted to hear them. But despite that he continued to write.