Lala the Rabbit Mom

Once upon a time, spring had arrived in the woods, getting everyone flowers in its hair and mud on its shoes. The forest bloomed everywhere with colors—pink, yellow, white—as if someone had sneezed joy across every tree.

Lala, a soft white rabbit with rose-tipped ears, sat at her burrow watching her seven little ones play.

Three tumbled over each other like bouncing balls. Two invented a game with rules only they understood. The oldest daughters, Pepper and Olive, made dandelion crowns with serious faces. It was the best time of the year to play outside.

Then the forest held its breath for a moment that felt like forever.

A scary scream ripped through the trees—not a bird cry or deer call, but something that made everyone shiver. The wolf jumped out from the shadows like a bad dream coming to life, his sharp teeth flashing white, his eyes dark as a deep cave.

Time stopped while everyone stood still. Then, it exploded with a deep scream.

The seven bunnies ran away as fast as they could, each one racing in a different direction away from the wolf. But Lala stood still. Something hot and strong bubbled up from her belly—not just courage, but something powerful. Mother-love with thunder in it.

Not my children. Not today. –She yelled.

The wolf froze, surprised. This was all wrong. Rabbits were supposed to run. They always ran. But this one stood there shining bright with something he’d forgotten existed. His own mother had the same look once, long ago, when he was just a pup with big fears. That wild, foolish love that makes any creature in the forest bigger than a lion.

The memory hit him like a cold stone to the heart. He hated how it made him feel—uncomfortable and suddenly small again, like the pup he once was.

With a howl that sounded almost like crying, he turned and ran back into the forest.

Lala’s legs felt wobbly. She fell down in the grass.

I did that?. Little me, who’s afraid of noises at night.

Pride filled her chest, but she found herself alone in the burrow—as quiet as it’s ever been. Everyone had disappeared into the bushes. Seven little ones hiding somewhere out there, scared and lost, unable to call her.

She couldn’t go looking. What if one of them came back and found her gone? What if they thought the wolf had eaten her?

Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and remembered Grandma's saying:

"When you’re lost, little paw, music finds what eyes cannot. Sing! so they can find their way home."

Lala drew a smile on her face. Rabbit ears might catch sounds far away–she thought. When they hear my songs, they will hear their names and know it’s me–she said excitedly. Each child had their own song, our unique love language.

She took a deep breath and began to sing:

"Pepper, Pepper, brave and bright,
Your crown of flowers shines tonight..."

The song floated through the trees like a golden thread. Somewhere far away, a small ear twitched.

Lala keeps on singing...

Then another ear pops up.

And one more.

One by one, following the sound of their names, seven little shapes hopped out from their hiding spots. They ran into Lala’s arms and she smelled like chocolate and flowers –the smell of home.

Lala counted noses. Seven. Every single one back home.

As the sky turned into the sunset, they squeezed into the burrow together—a pile of fur that wiggled as everyone talked about the day Mama faced down the bad wolf.

Pepper placed her precious dandelion crown on Lala’s head.

“You’re the bravest rabbit ever,” she whispered.

Lala looked at her seven sweet, special babies and thought:

I’m not brave. I’m just a mother. Which means I’m everything.

Outside, the moon came out to watch over all the small creatures in the forest. And the wolf, somewhere deep in the forest, dreamed of his time with mom with a tear on his face.

Your turn now

Just like Lala, you can create unique songs for your little ones—songs that belong only to you and them. A silly rhyme about their pet. A made-up tune about their city. A lullaby that sounds like dancing. Because music is the thread that ties hearts together, the map that always leads back to each other.

When the world feels big and scary, it’s easy to get lost. Your songs will bring them back home.

Ready for something unique?

Create your song