Once upon a fluffy meadow, there lived a little bunny named Cotton. Cotton had big dreams—moon-sized dreams, to be precise. Every night, he’d gaze up at the moon, its silvery glow casting a spell on his twitching nose. “Imagine,” Cotton whispered to his fellow bunnies, “what if we could hop to the moon? Bounce among the stars and nibble on moon carrots!” The other bunnies giggled. “Cotton, you’re a dreamer!” But Cotton was determined. He called a Bunny Council meeting under the twinkling sky. “Listen up, my floppy-eared friends! We’re going to the moon!” The bunnies exchanged puzzled glances. “How?” asked Thumper. Cotton hopped onto a mossy rock. “We’ll create the Bunny Space Agency! We’ll save our carrot coins, build rocket burrows, and launch ourselves to the moon!” And so, the bunnies got to work. They planted extra carrots, sold daisy crowns, and organized carrot bake sales. Soon, their carrot bank was bursting. Cotton designed the Bunny Rocket—a carrot-powered marvel with fluffy cushions and a lettuce snack bar. The bunnies cheered as they painted it pink with silver stars. On launch day, Cotton stood before the Bunny Rocket. “Ready, everyone? Three, two, one—”