A little child stood over her cat, arms crossed and face full of disappointment. Just an hour ago, her beloved toy bunny had been sitting there, perfectly fine. But now, disaster had struck—the bunny lay limp, its leg broken, and there was only one culprit: the naughty cat. Furious, the child scolded the cat, declaring that they would never love it again and banishing it to the corner in disgrace. But then, something unexpected happened—the cat looked up with sad, guilty eyes, and suddenly, the child felt a lump in her throat. Was the bunny really ruined? Perhaps he wasn’t dead after all, perhaps the cat had just stunned him. Her anger wavered as she thought it over. Even if the bunny’s leg was broken, perhaps it could be fixed with a little peg. And after all, it was only a toy, not a real bunny. With a sigh, the child knelt down, scooped up her mischievous pet, and held it close. 'I forgive you,' she whispered, stroking its soft fur. 'You’re my own precious cat.' (After a poem by Lizzie Lawson/Robert Ellice Mack.)