There is. Learn it.
In following Allison's example:
Once upon a time, there was a rabbit. The rabbit delighted in nibbling on the patch of clovers outside of her rabbit hole, frolicking with her rabbit friends in the lea of Friendly Forest, and, on occasion, visiting the neighboring clover patches where new adventures could be held. More than anything else in the entire world, however, she loved to look upon the Friendly Castle, in which there lived a Prince, his sister the Princess, and many such royal friends who ruled over the Lands of Friendly. The rabbit wished more than anything that one day she, too would be a Princess of the Land of Friendly, where she was sure she would be much happier.
Her rabbit friends all told her what a silly proposition it was. "No rabbit can be happy among the Princesses, Rabbit," they told her. "Stay here and nibble with us upon these bright green clover patches."
With a sigh, the rabbit turned her back to the Friendly Castle, and half-heartedly opened her little rabbit mouth to take a little rabbit bite out of some clover. All of a sudden, out of the corner of her eye, the little rabbit caught a glimpse of the most beautiful purple flower, rising like a violet Princess out of the washed clover greens.
It was a beautiful flower, the dark purples of the soft petals lightening to a poignant lilac-colored center. The leaves seemed to support the hundreds of tiny purple petals in a perfect green embrace, seamlessly flowing into a long and winding stem. The rabbit had to admit- it looked almost too scrumptious to eat. But, being a rabbit, almost too scrumptious isn't good enough. The rabbit chomped, chomped, chomped- and the perfect flower was no more.
Lilacs, thought the rabbit. Lilacs, and carrots, and...she chewed thoughtfully. Just a touch of coconut pecan pie. It was, by far, the best flower she had ever had the chance to ingest. Feeling much happier, the rabbit hopped off to her hole to take a nap.
When she woke up to the sounds of the jays singing and the bees humming their morning business, the rabbit felt, well, different. She felt buoyant, and on her breath could still smell coconut pecan pie. As she recalled her delicious flowery meal, she remarked on how confident she felt. She never remembered having felt so willful and bouncy in her life. She reckoned, as her paws hit the warm green grass surrounding her hole, that even her pelt looked a little shinier. And, as she raised her little rabbit head and cocked her ears to the sound of the soft spring wind rushing through the grasses, her eyes fell on the sun, rising over the splendid battlements of Friendly Castle. She knew immediately what she would do next. Never had she felt more ready.
First, she set off to find her rabbit friends. They were eating from the same patch of clover where she had found her purple flower the day before. When she announced her plan, they tried their hardest to dissuade her; telling her about how the life of a Princess was no life for a rabbit, and that they probably had no clover at all in the Castle. They tried to convince her to play hopscotch, jump-frog, and even Scrabble- her personal favourite- but with a strengthening of her little rabbit resolve, she hopped away from the clover patch and to Friendly Castle.
And guess what. She was happy there. She fell in love, and she made friends, and she was never happier. There was no going back to her silly little clover patch.
Believe in me.
Happy days. =)
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