A meadow at twilight. Tall grass sways like green waves. Beyond it, a forest glows silver in the moonlight.

A small brown bunny sat at the entrance of her burrow, staring at the distant trees.

Clover: “Mama, what's inside that forest?”

Mama Bunny: “The meadow has everything we need, little one.”

But Clover's nose twitched. Her heart beat with a quiet kind of bravery.

Night falls. The moon rises, perfectly round. The air smells of wild mint.

Clover took her first hop past the meadow's edge.

The forest was nothing like she had imagined. Trees wore coats of soft moss. Fireflies blinked hello from the branches.

Clover: “It's... beautiful.”

Deeper in the forest. A family of hedgehogs rolls acorns down a gentle hill.

Hedgehog: “Where are you going, little bunny?”

Clover: “I'm exploring! Would you like to come?”

The little hedgehog looked at his mother, who nodded with a warm smile.

Hedgehog: “Let's go!”

A stream sparkles ahead. Moonlight turns the water into ribbons of silver.

Clover's ears drooped. The stream looked wide, and bunnies aren't much for swimming.

Hedgehog: “Look — stepping stones! Just a bunny-hop apart.”

Clover: “Okay... one hop at a time.”

One hop. Two hops. Three hops — and she was across, heart pounding with pride.

A moonlit clearing. Wildflowers glow with pale petals. A wise old owl watches from above.

Owl: “You've come a long way for a little bunny.”

Clover: “I have?”

Owl: “Are you frightened?”

Clover: “I was. But I kept hopping, and each hop made me a little less scared.”

Owl: “That is the secret of bravery. It is not about being unafraid. It is about hopping forward anyway.”

Clover smiled and tucked this wisdom into her heart like a treasure.

Dawn. Peach and gold paint the sky. Clover curls up in her burrow, fur smelling of moss and moonlight.

She fell into the deepest, most peaceful sleep she had ever known.