Jack was an unusual rabbit. At Least that was what he thought. He never saw a creature like him, not at all. Some of them were tall, some were small, some spotted, and colorful, and others dark and light. But none seemed just right.

So he ventured off to an unknown land. So big and open it was quite grand. He looked in holes and bushes, fields, peaks, and hills. But whatever he found, nothing gave him that exciting thrill. No one, just no one was the same.

He was starting to feel gloomy and sad; and somewhat mad. But he did not give up no matter how hard it is. He considered himself an explorer wiz.

From that he followed his journey beyond anyone's reach. Up in the sky where the beautiful birds preach; about clouds, planes, and the big blue sky.

But none of the birds looked like him. Not a cloud named George or a bird name Tim. So he set somewhere else where the cold was at the highest.

He got prepared with whatever he could find. He had a plan all in his mind. But whatever he saw, was a little not right. Some of them gave him a fright.

Another place he set off for. It was like a new and opened door. It was green and wild; and somewhat mild.