![]() ![]() Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. ![]() That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. ![]() “The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. ![]()
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