Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit who wanted to go to the moon and he always asked his mother if he could go to the moon. When he went inside, he saw yellow rocket boots for people but he wanted to wear them. He saw a box and it turned out to be a rocket! Then, he went into the kitchen he found a bowl for his helmet and packed a lunch. He launched the rocket and finally got to the moon!

Once upon a time, in a quiet meadow tucked beneath the whispering branches of an old willow tree, there lived a little rabbit named Thumper. Thumper was small, soft, and endlessly curious. More than anything in the whole wide world, he dreamed of going to the moon.

Every night, he would sit beside his mother, gazing up at the glowing silver circle in the sky.

“Mum, do you think I could ever go there?” he would ask, his whiskers trembling with excitement.

His mother would smile, smoothing his ears.

“Perhaps one day, my little explorer. But now, it's time for bed.”

But Thumper didn’t want to wait for “one day.” He wanted to go now!

One breezy morning, Thumper was playing with his brother Peter, and his little sister, Hazel. Peter was big, and mean, and didn't like the fact that Thumper wanted to go to the moon.

"Let's play a game," Peter said, eyes gleaming cruelly. "Let's play Bunny in the Middle."

Hazel hopped up and down excitedly. "Yes! Let's play Bunny in the Middle!" She looked at Thumper sweetly. "Please join in?"

Thumper sighed, and relented.

"Great!" Peter said, grabbing Thumper's model moon from the table. "This is our ball. And Thumper's in the middle. The winner gets to eat everyone else's serving of carrot cake!" He tossed the delicate, slivery, papier-maché model over Thumper's head and at Hazel.

"Hey! Be careful!" Thumper yelled, hopping in the air to try and catch it. "That's mine! It's fragile! Give it back!"

Thumper had spent all summer on that model, waiting until night-time to paint the details on just right as he looked at the moon.

Peter smirked. "Come and get it!"

Hazel's nose twitched nervously. "Peter, don't be mean. We can use a real ball instead."

"Nonsense, Hazel. This works fine," Peter said, throwing the moon in a hard arc over Thumper's useless waving paws. Except this time, Hazel didn't catch it in time, and it went barrelling right into the old tree at the bottom of the meadow. It bounced against the trunk, tore in half, and fell into the mud with a loud SPLAT!

"Peter! What have you done!" Thumper yelled, hopping away to retrieve his beloved model, tears coming to his eyes.

"Oh well," Peter shrugged meanly. "You can make a new one."

"But I can't!" Thumper cried. "I used all the silver paint up and spent a month on it!"

And with that, Thumper ran off into the meadow to get away from Peter. While hopping around the muddy parts of the meadow, near the human's fence where is mother had warned not to go, Thumper stumbled upon something half-buried beneath a patch of dandelions.

It was…a mini fridge.

Thumper’s eyes sparkled. “A fridge is just a metal box… and a rocket is also a metal box…” he whispered, his little bunny mind racing.

Thumper wiped his tears with the back of his paw and hopped around the strange metal box, inspecting every hinge and corner. The mini fridge was dented, muddy, and humming like a sleepy bumblebee, but to Thumper, it was perfect.

“You’ll take me to the moon, won’t you?” he whispered to it.

The fridge, being a fridge, said nothing. But Thumper took its silence as a very enthusiastic yes.

And so, the greatest rabbit‑engineer the meadow had ever known got to work.