Larry Learns the Meaning of Home

Once there was a bunny named Larry. He wanted a dwelling to live in. So, he got one that was cheap, to save money. However, what he didn’t know is he would make a home out of it. Then, he walked in, noticing it smelled like worms, because of his neighbors. It felt like soft wool on the moss carpet, and felt like soft but supportive dirt, because, it was made of dirt, of course. It looked like a cozy nook for him to live in. It sounded like worms chatting and fire cracking. Soon afterwards, he got hungry, so he made kimchi and carrot soup. He noted it tasted misty, because of the dew used to make it. After weeks and weeks of rooming there, it felt extraordinary and familiar, and gave him a feeling it was made for him. So, one day he asked his pal, Mr. Mole what made him feel this way. He said, “You feel this way because you have made a home”. Larry said, “Well, yeah, I bought a home”. But Mr. Mole said, “It’s not the building that’s a home, it’s the feelings you have in it, or in your neighborhood”. From then on, he knew the meaning of home.