There is a white hare. He has shiny, bright fur. The fur looks like the moon. The hare lives on a small island. He wants to see the big land called Inaba.

One day, he sees crocodiles in the sea. He has an idea. He shouts, "Hey, crocodiles! Let's play a game. I will count you. You make a line from here to the big land."

The crocodiles like the idea. They make a line in the sea. The hare jumps on the crocodiles. He counts, "One, two, three..."

When he is almost at the big land, he shouts, "I tricked you! I just want to cross the sea!" The last crocodile gets angry. It bites the hare and takes off all his fur.

The hare is in pain. He has no fur. He feels sad. He sits on the beach. Some brothers come by. They are princes. They are looking for a princess to marry.

The oldest brother says, "If you want your fur back, wash in the salty sea and dry in the wind."

The hare listens. But the salty sea hurts his skin. The wind makes it worse. He cries.

The youngest brother hears him. He says, "No, no. Wash in the fresh water of the river. Then roll in the soft fluff. It will help your skin and fur become better."

The hare listens to the young prince. He feels better. His fur grows back whiter and shinier. He thanks the young prince. They become friends.

The white hare lives happily in Inaba. He never tricks anyone again.

In a time long ago, there was a unique and striking white hare. This hare had gleaming, bright white fur that resembled the moon on a clear night. The hare lived on a small island close to the coast but always yearned to see the vast land called Inaba.

One day, he gazed at the distant shore and noticed some crocodiles swimming in the sea. He quickly devised a clever plan.

He called out to the crocodiles, "Hey, crocodiles! Let's play a game. We will see if there are more of you or more of me. Line up from here to the mainland, and I'll count you as I jump over each one."

The crocodiles liked the idea and agreed. They formed a line from the island to the shore, creating a crocodile bridge across the sea. The white hare was delighted and began to hop from one crocodile to another, counting, "One, two, three..."

When he was nearly at the mainland, he shouted, "I fooled you! I just wanted to cross the sea, and I used you as my bridge!" The last crocodile, hearing this, became very angry. As the hare was about to leap off, the crocodile snapped its jaws, tearing off all the hare's beautiful fur.

Now the hare was in great pain and had no fur to shield him from the sun and wind. He felt regretful and sad, and he sat on the beach, unsure of what to do next. While sitting on the beach, some travelers passed by. They were brothers, princes from a distant land, on a quest to find a princess to wed.

Seeing the hare in distress, the brothers stopped. The eldest brother, who was quite arrogant, told the hare, "If you want your fur to grow back, go bathe in the salty sea and then dry off in the wind."

Trusting his advice, the hare followed the instructions. However, bathing in the salty water hurt his skin terribly, and the wind made it even worse. In agony, he cried out, catching the attention of the youngest brother, who was kind-hearted and compassionate.

He said, "No, no, dear hare. My brother gave you poor advice. You should wash in the river's fresh water and then roll in the soft, fluffy cattail fluff. That will soothe your skin and help your fur grow back."

The hare followed the young prince's advice, and soon he felt much better. His skin was soothed, and his fur grew back even whiter and shinier than before. He thanked the young prince for his kindness, and they became great friends.

From that day forward, the white hare lived happily in Inaba and never attempted to deceive anyone again.

Once upon a time, there was a hare so glossy and bright, you'd swear he'd just stepped out of a shampoo commercial. White as a freshly bleached sock, he lived on a small island. But he had dreams, baby! Dreams bigger than a jumbo carrot. He wanted to explore Inaba, and not just the postcards.

One day, he saw some crocodiles and got an idea so brilliant, it could've had its own light bulb. "Oi, crocs!" he yelled. "Fancy a game? Let's see who's got the bigger family. Line up; I want to count you all by hopping over you."

The crocodiles, intrigued by the hare's spunky attitude, lined up, creating a crocodile expressway. The hare hopped and counted, "One croc, two croc, three croc... more?"

When he was almost to the shore, he got carried away, "Ha! Fooled you all, didn't I? You thought we were playing a game, but I just needed a bridge to the mainland. Thanks for the lift!" he bragged.

The last crocodile in line, who'd been enjoying the counting game, was none too pleased to hear that he'd been used like a stepping stone. "A bridge? Is that all I am to you?" the crocodile snapped. He chomped down, tearing off the hare's beautiful fur, leaving him as bare as a freshly peeled potato.

Now our hare was furless and sunburned, feeling sadder than a carrot in a salad bar. Along came some princely travelers, looking for a princess to marry.

The eldest, a bit of a snob, said, "Fur trouble? Easy peasy. Dip in the salty sea, then air-dry in the wind. Works every time."

Our trusting hare tried it, only to find that salt and wind on bare skin stings worse than stepping on a Lego. He cried out in agony.

The youngest prince, who had a heart bigger than his crown, rushed over. "Hold on, Fluffy! Don't listen to Mr. Know-it-All over there. Wash in fresh water, then roll in soft cattail fluff. It's like a spa day for bunnies!"

The hare followed the advice, and oh boy, instant relief! His fur even grew back, glossier and more fabulous than ever.

He thanked the youngest prince with a hare-hug, and they became fast friends. He'd learned his lesson and promised, "No more tricks, just treats!"

And from that day forward, the hare lived happily in Inaba, content with being the glossiest hare around, never again tempted to take anyone for a ride, crocodile or otherwise.

Beneath the moon's soft, silvery glow,
Lived a white hare we all should know.
His fur did shine, so radiant, so bright,
He dreamt of the mainland every night.

Staring at distant shores one day,
He saw crocs in the water, not far away.
“Hey there, crocs! Let’s see who's more –
Line up and make a bridge to the shore!”

Crocs in a line, from this end to that,
The hare hopped over, quick as a cat.
But just before the mainland's grass,
He boasted, "I used you to make a pass!"

The last croc, feeling quite the jest,
Bit the hare, stripping him of his best.
Bare and hurt under the sun's harsh glare,
On the sandy shore, the hare could but stare.

Princes came by, from lands far and wide,
Looking for brides with beauty beside.
The eldest, thinking he knew the best cure,
Said, “Saltwater and wind will make you pure.”

Hare tried, but his pain only grew,
Till the youngest prince came into view.
“Use fresh water, then cattail so fine,
Your fur will return and again it will shine.”

Grateful hare did as the prince did say,
And his fur returned, shining and gay.
Wiser now, with a story to declare,
The hare lived happy, with much love to spare.