How many dancing rabbits have you seen in your life?

Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it’s a terrible thing. I’m broken. My heart is broken. Help me.

The old woman turned and hobbled away.

Come back, thought Edward. Fix me.

Bryce cried harder. He made Edward dance faster.

Finally, when the sun was gone and the streets were dark, Bryce stopped playing his harmonica.

“I’m done now,” he said.

He let Edward fall to the pavement. “I ain’t gonna cry anymore.”

—Kate DiCamillo, The Mysterious Journey of Edward Tulane