They hung him up by the ears for all the trouble he’d caused, but he didn’t learn his lesson at all. Instead he discovered the wonder of soaring on the wind. Years later, when he became the first stuffed bunny to fly solo across the Atlantic, he would attribute this early misadventure as the catalyst to his mission.
King Neptune’s crown had been tossed away by an angry whale a century or so ago, flying through the air with all the confusion of any sea creature that finds itself to be an unexpected bird. It landed with a soggy thud in a forest near the coast, where it waited to be found. In the meantime it cloaked itself in moss, embarrassed to be naked in the air without any water to cover it up.
