There was a little rabbit who had perfectly curved ears and the fluffiest, whitest scut his colony had ever seen. The elder favoured him, because someone with so beautiful attire could only have a beautiful soul, and the young adored him and wanted to win his benevolence.
One day, a female came to him and said:
"I found the last clover growing before the winter, just there, and I want to give it to you, because you are both equally beautiful."
The little rabbit followed her to the place she had indicated, and indeed there was the last clover, and it smelled delicious.
"Thank you," he said and nuzzled the female, who ran away then.