Theo sat beside him. “Then we’ll remake you ourselves. Tonight.”
Theo looked at his own little hands—stiff, wooden, hinged. “A prince in a carousel. Then a wind-up drummer. Then a music-box jester.” He paused. “Every time, I thought I’d lose myself. But you don’t lose. You become .” little man remake mr rabbit
She didn’t put him on the “To Be Remade” shelf. Theo sat beside him
“I’m not the same,” Mr. Rabbit whispered. ” Mr. Rabbit whispered.