Oliver’s heart pattered like rain on the river as he held up the page.
“I suppose,” he murmured, “someone ought to see it. Just once.”
He tucked the wobbly river drawing under his arm, straightened his waistcoat twice, then once more for luck. Outside, the willow leaves whispered as he padded along the little path by the water.
At the low fence between their burrows, his rabbit neighbor was hanging washing in the sun. Oliver cleared his throat.
“I, ah… made something,” he said, paws trembling as he held out the page. “It’s terribly smudgy and not at all proper, but… would you look?”
For the first time in his very neat life, Oliver let someone see something that wasn’t perfect at all.
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