The Nobody's Rabbit

Louise was a school teacher. She believed in the seasons. In seeds. In gentle words. She decorated her classroom with dried leaves in autumn, candles in winter, and hand-painted eggs in the spring.

One day, an inspector came for a surprise visit.

— "These symbols... They're pagan, aren't they? Not very republican."

Louise smiled. — "They're alive. It's the wheel of the year. The children love it. They feel the rhythm. They find peace."

But the report was harsh. Too personal. Too emotional. Too slow. Louise was transferred.

She continued elsewhere. In a library. Then in a community center. She was still sowing seeds. But every year, in the spring, she would bring out a little wooden rabbit.

One day, one of her former students—now an adult—came back to see her.

— "It was you who taught me that life grows even in silence. When I was lost, I remembered your clay egg. You used to say: Nothing is in a rush. Even spring waits for its time."

She handed him a chocolate egg.

And replied simply: — "Then you have understood. You are alive."