The Warm Breeze and Little Bunny

At the edge of a great forest, where endless green fields began, lived a little bunny named Lapka. Lapka was a very soft and gentle bunny who loved listening to stories about the wind, fields, and faraway places. He often sat by his cozy little burrow and dreamed about the day he’d go out to the meadow, meet the warm breeze, and listen to its stories.

One morning, just as the sun was rising over the horizon, Lapka felt a light breeze gently brushing his ears. “It’s him! The warm breeze has come!” Lapka cheered and, without hesitation, set off toward the meadow, eager to hear the stories the breeze had brought along.

As Lapka reached the green meadow, the breeze danced around him, playfully ruffling his soft fur. “Hello, Lapka,” whispered the breeze. “I’ve come to tell you about the things I’ve seen beyond the hills and mountains.” Lapka smiled and settled onto the soft grass, ready to listen closely.

“Out beyond the mountains,” the breeze began, “I saw fields full of blue and yellow flowers that are friends with bees and butterflies. The flowers told me that butterflies share their magical colors with them, and bees bring them sweet nectar.” Lapka closed his eyes, imagining how beautiful those fields must look, covered in flowers and shimmering butterflies.

The breeze sighed and continued, “And further along, near the river, I met a flock of birds. They told me they’re flying from the warm south, carrying the sun’s warmth on their wings.” Lapka gazed up at the sky, as if hoping to see those birds. He loved hearing stories of journeys and adventures because he, too, dreamed of distant lands.

“You can travel too, Lapka,” the breeze whispered with a wink. “Just close your eyes and listen to my stories; they’ll take you anywhere you dream of going.” Lapka took a deep breath and felt the breeze fill his heart with a sense of calm and joy.

They sat together for a long time, the breeze telling stories, and Lapka listening carefully. The breeze told him about sunsets over the hills, deep lakes where lilies grew, and even white clouds that loved playing tag with mountain peaks. Lapka felt like he was a part of a big, beautiful world.

Finally, as the sun began to sink and shadows grew longer, the breeze wrapped around Lapka and whispered, “I’ll return tomorrow with more stories. For now, rest, my little friend.” Lapka thanked him and, as he walked back to his burrow, he felt a warm sense of joy and peace left in his heart by the gentle breeze.

From that day on, Lapka looked forward to meeting the warm breeze every day. Their time together became his happiest moments, and the breeze’s stories turned into the most wonderful tales he carried with him into his dreams.