Once upon a time there was a dreamy bunny who lived in a little house in the middle of the forest, surrounded by books and fantasy, but he had no friends. Everyone had put him aside because he spent the day telling imaginary stories about chivalrous exploits, underwater adventures and extraterrestrial 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.

The stories of the bunny were incredible and allowed him to live all kinds of adventures. He imagined himself dressed as a knight saving innocent princesses or feeling the cold of the sea on his diving suit while exploring the depths of the ocean.

He spent the day writing stories and drawing the places he imagined. From time to time, he would go out into the woods to read aloud, in case anyone was interested in sharing his stories.

One day, while the dreamy bunny was enthusiastically reading his last story, a beautiful bunny appeared there that seemed lost. But our friend was so devoted to interpreting his own stories that he didn't even know anyone was listening to him. When he finished, the bunny applauded him enthusiastically.