the surfing bunny

I was feeling a little blue yesterday, so Fernando told me a happy bedtime story about a surfing bunny.

There once was this island where all these happy bunnies lived. They hopped around, took walks on the beach, and populated the island very quickly. Every bunny was happy, except for one bunny. That bunny wanted to learn how to surf.

All the other bunnies thought the surfing bunny was crazy, but he was determined to learn how to surf. He made a surfboard from chewing on the trees, and his sister knitted him a pair of swim trunks out of shed bunny hair. One day, he was finally was ready to go out into the water.

The first time he went out on the surfboard he gnawed from a palm tree, the waves were too strong and he was washed up on shore. But he kept trying and trying, and eventually, he learned how to surf. And he became a HERO.

I'm still a little confused about how he managed to gnaw a surfboard out of a tree, or his sister knitting him a spandex swimtrunk out of bunny fur (what's the point? would he still look naked?), but it was a happy story, and it made me feel less blue.

And was definitely better than the last bunny story someone told me, where a bunny eventually hopped into a pie and got eaten.