Pookie has left home, with his worldly wealth tied up on the end of a stick in a red spotty hankie, because he isn’t a normal brown bunny like his brothers and sisters and he has a secret sorrow: a pair of wispy wings. ‘For’ sometimes means ‘because’, and ‘Tune’ is a music tiddleypom, so if you put the two together would that help?” Such sophistry is no help at all to the little white rabbit, who has just nearly drowned trying to share the watery fortune of a frog. “Any other question in the world I could have answered easily but just that particular one? No! A pity! … but I know this. ‘P lease,” asks Pookie in his very first outing into the world of children’s literature, “what does a fortune look like?” “Now, that is awkward!” replies a conceited green elf.
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