English
中国人
ខ្មែរ
Seldom does one encounter a rabbit as audacious as Thistle, who, having misplaced his prized carrot, ventured into the abandoned mansion on the hill. The mansion, with its crumbling turrets and ivy-choked windows, loomed ominously against the twilight sky. Thistle, however, was not one to be deterred by ghostly rumors; his curiosity was far too potent. As he hopped through the creaking front door, a chill wind whispered through the corridors, yet he pressed on, determined to find his carrot and perhaps uncover a mystery or two.
No sooner had Thistle entered the grand foyer than he stumbled upon a peculiar sight: a bee, clad in a tiny waistcoat, was frantically buzzing around a withered flower. "I am Beatrice," the bee announced, her voice tinged with exasperation, "and I am trying to pollinate these flowers, but this mansion is a labyrinth!" Thistle, though puzzled, offered his assistance. Together, they examined the flower, noting how its petals had curled and its pollen had dried. "Without pollination," Beatrice explained, "no fruit or vegetable can grow, and my garden will perish."
