And as Sylvi collapses and the rabbit nestles in her arms for warmth and mutual snuggling, he whispers the rest while she sleeps, "One day, you might, just might, have a child of your own. And you'll pass me on to him or her, and I'll look after her or him as I did you, even when iwas just a toy. But don't wake up and ruin this secret. It's a surprise."