I was born in the middle of winter, when the snow was deep and the cold winds howled. My mother was a white rabbit, with soft fur and gentle eyes. She wrapped me in her warmest fur and placed me in a nest of hay, where I would be safe and protected from the cold. I grew up surrounded by my mother's love, and the peacefulness of our burrow. Our lives were filled with simple pleasures: eating fresh vegetables from the garden, playing games in the fields, and taking long naps in the sun. Even as a youngster, I could feel the calmness within me, and I knew that one day I wanted to share this peace with others. As I grew older, I became more aware of the troubles in the world outside our burrow. ...