One day, as Pinky the rabbit was taking a stroll through the forest, she saw something glowing in the grass. She picked it up and she saw that it was a rose petal. She caressed it gently and then said to herself, “Why would this rose petal be glowing?” And as if in response to her question, The wind began to swirl, and she was whisked into the furious wind. Pinky clutched the rose petal in fright.

 Finally, when the wind calmed down, she found herself in a completely different place from the forest, but it was a forest. The sky was dark, and no stars gleamed in it. The trees loomed above her head, and the branches looked like mysterious hands scraping at the sky. Then, to Pinky’s horror, the branches of the trees started groping around into the dark sky. Finally, when the wind calmed down, she found herself in a completely different place from the forest, but it was a forest. The sky was dark, and no stars gleamed in it. The trees loomed above her head, and the branches looked like mysterious hands scraping at the sky. Then, to Pinky’s horror, the branches of the trees started groping around into the dark sky.

Welcome To The Forest

After that, she was careful that she shunned the trees. She had a horrible thought that those “mysterious hands” on the trees might grab her. She was sure that this terrifying place had no blissfulness in it. She preferred the forest in which she lived in. But she still went on, for her curiosity coaxed her into exploring this desolate woods some more. 

 Back in the amiable forest in which Pinky lived in, the other animals had a problem. Pinky used to build homes for the animals who came to live in the forest. But because she was not there anymore, there was nobody to build houses for them. The animals could not replace her with anyone else because she was the only one who had the ability to build a house. Soon, the request for homes began to grow.