<DIV>The Island of Serendipity is a land filled with magical delights, but sometimes when sunlight dims and surrenders to the night, things take on a mystery that is hard to explain. No less imaginative and no less afraid was a little bunny called Buttermilk. She had played with her friends in a far-away meadow only to discover that the sun was setting low. Buttermilk hurriedly hopped for home and all would have been good save for a bear that suddenly appeared just off the path. Scared nearly out of her wits, she raced quickly up the path. What had been such a pretty path in the noonday sun was now a nightmare of monstrous proportions. Finally, Buttermilk dashed down the hallway and leaped into bed pulling the covers over her head. She would have been hiding there to this very day if her father hadn’t shown her fears in the bright light of day when shadows are asleep.</div>