Ще напиша тук нещо прекрасно, нещо гениално, нещо малко философско и много плюшено. Нещо, което само една детска играчка може да каже. Нещо, което прочетох в книжката за Кадифеното зайче (The Velveteen rabbit). А то започва ето така:
„What is REAL?“ asked the Rabbit one day. „Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?“
„Real isn’t how you are made,“ said the Skin Horse. „It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real. It doesn’t happen all at once. You become. It takes a long time. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But this things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.“
Обичам си Кучето. Истински.
