The white rabbit has tried to use his ears to fly. He has tried many times, but he can't, and now he isn't happy at all. " Why can't I fly like that spring-butterfly up there?" he said. " Is it my destiny forever to have so crazy ears, who can't even be used as wings?"
At last he said desperate: "Miss Fortune, if you exist, won't you let me fly? Just once?"
The spring-butterfly felt sorry for the white rabbit, but couldn't help, and she flew up and away.