I read the first draft to my son and he burst into tears, indignant and unappreciative. Apparently the incorporation of his lost bedtime toys was against the law and I hadn’t written in the style of the author at all. Well then! It was back to the drawing board and I was so disappointed at his reaction, I almost took the “Like it or lump it” response! He was away at his grandparents’ place over the weekend and I missed him enough to consider rewriting my story.
This time, I kept it short and sweet. I made sure I ended the story in the way he originally requested (though I apparently missed out one detail where all the other wild rabbits come to live with the boy and Velveteen rabbit!!!). It was worth the smiles at bedtime- just minutes before, he had been roaring at his dad over some perceived injustice. Such a volatile little boy at times but I was pleased to have his tick of approval as I said goodnight. Now almost four years since he lost his bedtime toys on the Spirit of Tasmania, taking them out of the packed bag and tucking them into bed without telling us (!), he still has a special place in his heart for cats and rabbits!