Riddle Rabbit's Quest
In a burrow village, cozy and snug, Lived Riddle Rabbit, with a hop and a shrug. She had ears so long and eyes full of spark, Always wondering from dawn until dark. "Why do birds sing when the sun wakes up?" "Why do rivers twist and never stop?" Her friends would giggle and follow the trail, But Riddle asked why, without fail!
One sunny morn, her pals hopped in line, "Follow us, Riddle! To the hill so fine! There's treasure up there, or so they all say— Gold and gems in the bright of day!" The bunnies bounced, tails fluffy and white, Chasing the rumor from morning till night. But Riddle paused, her nose all a-twitch. "Why chase a tale? Let's think and enrich!
Who told the story? Was it a dream? Is the hill real, or just a moonbeam? What if it's thorns or a prickly bush? Let's ask more questions—hush, no rush!" Her friends called back, "You're silly, oh my! Just hop along—don't question why!" But Riddle stayed, her mind all awhirl, Unraveling truths like a flag in a swirl.
She scampered to Owl, perched high in his tree. "Owl, wise one, tell me—what do you see? About this hill and the treasure so grand? Is it fact or fable across the land?" Owl hooted soft, with eyes like the moon. "Ask who, what, when—don't jump too soon. The tale came from Fox, who's tricky and sly. He loves tall stories under the sky."
Off to Fox's den, with a quiet creep, Riddle whispered low, "Fox, secrets you keep! Why spread the rumor of gold on the hill? Is it a trick, or something real still?" Fox chuckled deep, his tail all a-swish. "I made it up for a playful wish! To get you hopping, laughing with glee. No treasure there—just you and me!"
Riddle hopped fast, her heart light as air, Catching her pals with questions to share. "Wait up, friends! The hill's no gold mine— It's Fox's fib, but that's just fine! We can make our own fun, right here and now. Ask why, and discover—take a bow!" The bunnies stopped, ears perked up high. "Tell us more—teach us why, oh why!".
They sat in a circle, under the sun's warm ray, Trading riddles and questions all day. "Why do leaves fall? What's under the sea? How do stars twinkle—just you and me!" Laughter rang out, brighter than gold, Truths uncovered, stories retold. No hidden chest, but a treasure so true: Curious minds, asking "Why?" with you.
As dusk painted pink on the burrow so sweet, Riddle smiled wide, her quest complete. "Don't follow blind—question with care. Seek the real spark, everywhere! Critical thinking, like a key in a lock, Opens the world—tick, tock, tock!" Her friends nodded, eyes full of light. "Thanks, Riddle Rabbit—you're our delight!"
The moon rose high, with a silvery grin, Whispering riddles on the night wind. Riddle snuggled in, her ears all a-flap, Dreaming of whys and a victory nap. The village slept, but questions would wake, For curious hearts—no mistake.