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Bir zamanlar canlı ve parlak, renkli benekli, ilginç bir görüntüye sahip                                  bir tavşan vardı . 
 Farklıydı ama çekici ve nazikti, 
 bulmakta zorlanacağınız daha nazik bir ruh.
 Tek başına ormanda ve ormanlık alanda aşkı arayarak dolaştı , asla yılmadı...

There once was a bunny, lively and bright,
 with colorful spots, a curious sight.                                 
 Different he was, but charming and kind,
 a gentler soul you’d struggle to find.

Alone he wandered, through forest and glade, 

searching for love, never dismayed   . 

kindergarten of Pikermi-Elena Kalamida

 Bir zamanlar canlı ve parlak, renkli benekli, ilginç bir görüntüye sahip                                  bir tavşan vardı . 
 Farklıydı ama çekici ve nazikti, 
 bulmakta zorlanacağınız daha nazik bir ruh.

Yalnız başına ormanda ve ormanlık alanda dolaşıp 
 aşkı aradı, asla yılmadı

 Ne kadar güzelsin, 

 Parıldayan saçlarınla.

 Sana bakmaya dayanamıyorum, 

 Kırılacak gibi görünüyorsun,

 o narin duruşun. Sen kimsin?

                                                              Derya ŞENOCAK   

heir eyes met in that green field,

A spark in hearts, silently.

The spotted rabbit, that beauty beside him,

A whisper of mercy, of love, slowly with the wind.

Your eyes are like a sea,

Lost in the depths,

As if you keep a secret,

You hesitate to tell.

With furry paws and ears so long,

 The Easter Bunny sings his song 

Of springtime cheer and candy bright, 

Delivering joy with all his might.

ARSENE ELISABETA/ JURILOVCA MIDDLE SCHOOL/ TULCEA/ ROMÂNIA

Sevimli paskalya  tavşanı çok acıkmış.Kendine yemek bulmaya karar vermiş.Gezmiş dolaşmış kırlarda zıplayıp eğlenmiş.

Emel Zeliha CİHAN

The bunny sat by the lake one day,
alone and quiet, tucked away.
Its fur was soft, its tail was round,
but little spots could still be found.

"I wish," it sighed, "I had just one hue—
like all the other bunnies do.
They laugh at me, they point and stare…
I just don’t feel like I belong anywhere."

Then through the trees, a whisper came,
a voice as light as wind or flame.
— Why wish to be like all the rest?
Your little spots make you your best.

Sofia Pantazidou & Eirini Magousaki

The little bunny looked all around,
and saw the lake shine without a sound.
The voice, like a breeze, soft and low,
was coming from where the waters flow.

It was an old duck, gentle and wise,
with kindness deep in her thoughtful eyes.

"They laugh at my spots," the bunny said.
"I just want to be normal instead."

The duck gave a smile, warm and bright,
and spoke with calm, with quiet light:
— Your spots are stars, a lovely sight.
The others don’t have them—they’re yours alone.
If we were all the same, just flesh and bone,
how would we tell the moon from the sun?

The bunny stood still, with a thoughtful gaze,
and held those words like a warm, soft haze.
For the very first time, it felt a glow—
perhaps its spots were meant to show.

Sofia Pantazidou & Eirini Magousaki