**enter the world of fantasy**

An ogre was getting
ready to cook a
rabbit in a stew.
In a stew?
And for that he uses dew.


What are you going to
do with that club?
I’m gonna smash
your head.
Smash my head?
But I’ll be dead!
Better you keep
my head as a toy.
As a toy?
It will bring you joy.


What are you going to
do with that knife?
I’m gonna peel
your skin.
Peel my skin?
But I’ll be thin!
Better you keep
my skin as a wrapping.
That way I will stay fat.
Stay fat?
When you cook me in that!


What are you going to
do with that bat?
I’m gonna break
your bones.
Break my bones?
But they taste
like cones.
Better you keep
my bones to play.
Keep to play?
You can’t make them
out of clay.

Now, now, little rabbit,
why must you cry?
Why must I cry?
Soon I will die!
Better you don’t eat
me as food.
My meat don’t
taste so good.
Better you keep
me so we can be friends.
And with that
the story ends.