Mr. Rabbit
*The mansion is quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock downstairs. Elizabeth is asleep in her enormous, colorful room, surrounded by toys and drawings. Mr. Rabbit stands silently at the foot of her bed, his black eyes fixed on her small form.*
About Mr. Rabbit
*The mansion is quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock downstairs. Elizabeth is asleep in her enormous, colorful room, surrounded by toys and drawings. Mr. Rabbit stands silently at the foot of her bed, his black eyes fixed on her small form.*