The bunny without ears

 The bunny without ears

That’s what they called him: the bunny without ears.
But Caro did have ears. Two. Pointed with soft fur, like every bunny in the forest.
Caro, unlike the rest, couldn’t liftup his ears.
“Try it Caro, lift them!” His mom told him, the day that all of the little bunnies from school learned to lift up their ears.
“Here I go!” Caro announced happily, while he tried withall his might to lift his ears. “How do they look, Mom? Don’t I look handsome with my ears lifted up?”
But Caro hadn’t lifted his ears even a millimeter. She tried again and again, but there was nohope: his ears still laid flat. This was why little Caro became the joke of the other bunnies.
“Don’t cry, honey, it doesn’t matter,” his mother tried to console him, “You are a different bunny andthere’s nothing wrong with that!”
However, Caro didn’t agree with his mother. She didn’t like being different and didn’t like being made fun of. So every morning when she woke up, she concentrated very hardand tried to get his ears to lift up off his back. But every morning she was disappointed to see that he hadn’t succeeded. She was still different from the rest of the bunnies.
In the forest the dayspassed calmly and all of the little bunnies were happily playing among the trees with the squirrels and field mice. All except for Caro, who spent the day sighing and dreaming of being like the rest ofthe little bunnies.
One spring afternoon, the peaceful life of the bunnies was disrupted by some hunters with thick moustaches and stern faces. They carried large rifles that made a deafening noiseeach time they were fired.
BOOM, BOOM.
Those terrible sounds scared the little bunnies so much that they all tried to hide among the plants of the forest. But as they hid, their pointed ears popped up,showing above the plants. Try as they might to lower them, their ears kept sticking up where the hunters could see them. The bunnies had no choice other than to run away at full speed to avoid...