A long time ago and far far away (well... maybe not so long and not so far, but humor me, it sounds much more dramatic this way). In his small wooden house, lived an old man. His name is not important because even he didnt remember it.
His house was deep in the forest, and he loved nature and animals. Sadly when he tried to sing to them, those ungrateful creatures scattered in all directions and attempted to gnaw off their own ears (he was not a beautiful princess with the voice of a songbird). But the old man was a very amiable person, so he didn’t care and tried to help every little creature in the forest. Especially he loved hares and rabbits, because they are so cute (aren’t they?..).
One very rainy day, a flood came to the forest. All the poor little creatures were trapped on a small island. Even though he was drunk, (well what would you do if you’d lived alone in the forest?) our old man jumped onto his raft...
No one knows what happened next. Did he really see the white rabbit? or it was a result of his new recipe?… But here the true story begins…