Even death couldn't do us apart. We slept under the soil like we slept under the stars.
We slept under the soil like we had slept under the stars. (thanks DianeFT)
The little rabbit would look up at the sky every night and wish that instead of cheese, the moon had been made up of carrot.
The rabbit wished that the moon had been made up of carrots. Bu he daren't mention it to the mouse.
Illustration by a.e.Marie
I would have done it related to this RECord (http://www.hitrecord.org/records/759133).
Imagine this as a painting on a wall in a children's room, not in the real sky.
A tiny Story:
When we grow up, we'll fly to the stars.