My previous adventure at Watership Down was dangerous, desperate, but in the end full of happiness and romance for me and my friend, or rather my brother rabbit, Fiver. Together, we had defeated Gooseberry and Chillblack, two villains who tried to end his life for the sake of Gooseberry getting the doe who loved Fiver and as far as I know, he is living happily with his doe Snowflake.

But I was now back at South Wales and I was in my relationship with the beautiful Rosie Rell. Before I begin the chronicle, I insist upon telling who reads this a lot about her. She was an actress from God.

Her acting career started when she was discovered in a playground by a play director who saw her at ten years old to be the most perfect Alice in his drama production of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. She happily accepted - not for the lead - but for the fact that it was her most favourite story. The show was a huge success due to the little girl's success in bringing the famous character to life and that she was the best out of all the adults. The show grew more audience members to watch her perform. She made the show such a huge success they called back to reprise the character for Through the Looking Glass: And What Alice Found There.

I met her at an audition for an hour and a half stage adaptation of Hansel and Gretel when we were eleven and we got the roles together. Thinking back on it, we were the only ones who auditioned for many children were scared of the story. Mind you, the makeup design that they had chosen for the Witch was frightening and mesmerising but we knew it was all pretend and that was what brought us our friendship: our courage and confidence for the stage and horrors it would necessarily offer. She got most of the attention but I didn't really mind. She was more destined for talent than I was.

She wanted to do more drama but then she was introduced to musical theatre when she was chosen to play Nala in The Lion King at school, and she loved it. Though she still did drama she had mostly been doing musical theatre ever since and was cast as almost every lead role in well-loved musicals and plays: She was the Ghost of Christmas Past in A Christmas Carol, Annie in Annie, Mary in The Secret Garden, Sara in A Little Princess, Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, Sandy in Grease, Eva Paron in Evita, Christine in The Phantom of the Opera, Grizabella in Cats, Kala in Tarzan, Maria in West Side Story, Louise in Gypsy, Belle in Beauty and the Beast, Fantine in Les Miserables, Nancy in Oliver!, Fraulein Maria in The Sound of Music, Laurey in Oklahoma!, Johanna in Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Wendy in Peter Pan, the White Witch in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Veruca Salt in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the Grand High Witch and The Witches, Mrs. Fox in Fantastic Mr. Fox, the Narrator in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat, Gertrude McFuzz in Seussical: The Musical, Sally in Cabaret, Molly in Ghost, Milly in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers and Sarah in Guys and Dolls. She even played all the princesses in various pantomimes including Cinderella, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty.

Throughout our time in college, though studying Musical Theatre, she was so popular, she was asked to fill for such roles in the acting strand including Bagheera in The Jungle Book, Mary Warren in The Crucible, Azdak in The Caucasian Chalk Circle and played the lead girl in Romeo and Juliet when the real actress dropped out last minute complaining about Shakespeare being the same old "misery-creator" and she luckily knew it all as she was in love with the story.

I'm sorry. I know I explained more than I needed to, but I just can't get over what a wonderful actress she is. The funny thing about Rosie is that with most actors and actresses, when they get the lead roles that constantly, their heads grow dangerously big like Elliott Edderdeen, but Rosie was different from all them egos. She auditioned for these roles just because she always has a chance to play the role in front of the judges whether they pick her or not with many girls arguing saying they would get it. Many judges said they cast her because they cannot stand any of those girls making each other feel bad, which I would agree upon, but deep down they always gave them to her because of the talent God had given her. She was nowhere near arrogant, self-absorbed, pompous or egotistical. She was sweet, gentle, supportive, sisterly, she was so much like a nun. Every audition she went to, she would just audition without trying and she would win the role. But yet she would say nothing about them, neither would she say anything on Facebook, much to my disappointment because she was missing out on a lot of attention she deserves. She believed it was only luck she won those roles because she only auditioned to have a chance to play these wonderful roles. It was not luck at all. She was always oblivious to her talent. Her most favourite role to date was Aunt Em in The Wiz despite it being a one-scene character. The reason she loved it was because of her motherly nature and of the fact that her little sister Cynthia played Dorothy. There were no girls to play Glinda and she asked to play that role also, just so she can work alongside her sister. Rosie loved and cared for her very much as much as Cynthia and all her little friends did her. As a matter of fact, they loved her so much that they begged their drama teacher that she would be Miss Honey in their twenty-minute production of Matilda. She agreed to it, not for the part but because she loved little children and always wanted to find time for them. This is why I am psychologically in love with Rosie Rell. Looking at the girl, her bright blue eyes, her night dark hair and her constantly worn dresses, she seemed to have the whole of Watership Down inside of her as they shared the same beauty.

We were both successful in our three recent auditions: for Little Shop of Horrors, she was cast as Audrey while I was cast as Seymour, for Honk!, she was cast as Ida while I was cast as the Ugly Duckling and for Into the Woods, she was cast as Cinderella while I was cast as Jack.

We were having a party at her castle of a house. It was almost as big as Buckingham Palace.

Her father was a composer and her mother was a professional pianist. They always had a party to celebrate their talented daughter being in her shows, something which she feels is unnecessary but lets them if the really want to. She mainly wanted a party this time because Cynthia had her first lead role and wanted the best for her.

Me and Rosie were both nagged to perform Suddenly, Seymour in front of all the guests this very moment, a performance they all loved.

After the performance, we sat on a field not far away, but the full moon shone on us beautifully.

"These will be the best times of my life with you, Rosie," I said.

"These will be my most favourite shows because I am working along side you longer. I can't believe Elliott is the Plant, Drake and the Baker though."

"I don't know how he gets those roles. But at least I finally beat him. Besides, I think the award for best villain will go to Michael. I knew he'd be the Dentist before he was cast."

Elliott Edderdeen was a pompous airhead for theatre. I will let whoever reads this learn about him in the first chapter in The Power of Love for I was sick of describing him typing it all then as I am now. All I can say was that he bore a striking resemblance to the previous villain Gooseberry, but it would be quite harsh to say that he was hard-core like Gooseberry. Elliott Edderdeen was not an evil guy but disgustingly arrogant which we all thought Gooseberry to be at first before revealing the monster he was. Edderdeen was just the arrogant side of the villain, not evil.

"Yoooo!" came a voice and a figure ran up to us.

"Hey, Michael!" I cried. I shot up and we hi-fived, following a knuckle-nudge.

"How are you, Michael?" asked Rosie.

"Chilling like always," smiled Michael sitting down. "Yolo."

"Where were you for the last hour?" I asked.

"Paying in the first half for my MXB1."

"The new guitar?" I said. "Cool! Quite a fair price for that!"

"Comes quick when you have the time of your life with employment."

"Serving at McDonalds?" asked Rosie. "How do you get such payment?"

"They say I'm swift."

"No denying that," I remarked.

Michael Dawnrah was indeed a very sporty person. He was extremely tall and he was never seen without his sport outfits, except for evenings like this; he was wearing his favourite black causal shirt with quarter-length sleeves, denim jeans and red converses.

"Hello, Rosie!" called Cynthia rushing up to us.

"Hello, Strawberry-Shortcake," said Rosie as they hugged each other.

"Can I join you for a little while?"

"Of course," smiled Rosie. "This world would be so dull if no one had you."

Cynthia seemed to inherit her sister's sweetness and her gentility, like a rosebud not ready to bloom yet. They loved each other dearly. So dearly in fact, it was like looking at Hazel and Fiver, the two rabbit brothers I met at Watership Down. Hazel loved Fiver like he would a son and Fiver loved Hazel like he would a father, but they are more happy to be brothers.

"Your relationship reminds me of Hazel and Fiver."

"Who are they?" asked Cynthia.

"Oh, they are Leo's rabbit friends," explained Rosie. "Leo's been to some place where I haven't been yet but has promised to take me there one day."

"You see, Cynthia," I explained. "There is a place called Watership Down, resided by rabbits. There are quite a few of them; there's Hazel, his brother Fiver, Snowflake, Bigwig, Pipkin, Spartina, Campion, Hawkbit, Dandelion, Strawberry, Primrose, her three adorable children Gillia Snowdrop and Mallow and Blackberry. They took me in when I was running away from an evil man called Mr. Gorwood who tried to arrest me unfairly and I feel into a river into the universe. They took me in, gave me food and a comfortable place to sleep. I already had two adventures there. The first unlocking the power to an enchanted necklace and helping Fiver find a doe and learn that inner-beauty is more important than outer beauty."

"Are there any nasty ones?" asked Cynthia.

"There were," I explained. "But they are all gone. The first was Darklunn, but I burnt him - by accident. Then there was Chillblack, Hazel pushed down into a pool of lava in a factory chimney. The there was Gooseberry. He fell down a huge waterfall and was eaten by wolves."

"Can I come?" asked Cynthia. "I want adventure."

"I don't see why not," I smiled. "What do you say, Michael?"

"Sounds good to me," he said. "I'm ready for anything new."

"BBC News, Leonardo Barning, author of The Watership Down Chronicles gives a book tour to the young."

I looked to see my little brother Jason. Though he had matured in the previous story, he seemed to have grown his stroppiness and sarcasm back. I just hated sarcasm.

"Perhaps if I took you there, you'd realise the truth," I said.

"I wouldn't want to be a rabbit," he chuckled. "I'm not one for being an animal that humps on one."

"Glue it!" snapped Michael, gripping Jason by the top. "Don't make these tale into your own twisted, sick teen world."

"Understood," gulped Jason.

We suddenly heard stomping and screaming by the party. We all rushed down to find one little boy who was pushing a table over and hitting it with a rolling pin, and suddenly, he stopped dead.

"I'm so sorry!" he wailed. "I could not help it!"

"My cousin!" said Rosie. "He's got a mild form of bipolar."

"Very unholy actions I see," said a tall, middle-aged woman.

"Elvira," warned Rosie's mother. "Enough. Let's take this poor boy to the parlour, make him a cup of tea and so on."

"Will Mammy be cross with me?" said the boy.

"Of course not," said Rosie's mother. "She understands you perfectly well."

After he was taken in, Leo said, "Poor boy! I can imagine what hell that must be!"

"He lives with it well," said Rosie. "He's sweet, gentle and loves to read. He's just been born with it."

"A sign of unholiness I'm sure," said the woman from earlier on.

"Please Aunt Elvira," said Rosie. "Donnie is not unholy at all. I remember when I first carried him in my arms I knew he would be my most favourite cousin which he always will be."

"Counts for nothing," smiled her aunt smugly. "Our father creates these beings without realising he has put the devil's heart inside of them."

"He has caused no harm!" snapped Rosie. "He only breaks things which he cannot help. He prays to God that he will get out of his condition."

"Try as hard as he might," said Aunt Elvira, "God never answers his kind for he is aware of his own sins of creating them."

"He never sins!" I said, shocked. "How dare you speak ill of him! We are the sinners; not him. Being nailed to the cross was meant for us, but he took our place out of the love of his own heart! He makes people different as they are to make more people in this world!"

"You don't understand, Leonardo," said Aunt Elvira. "When people are born with such a mental disorder, it means they came from the devil as you ignorant people ought to understand."


We looked to see Donnie looking at us with an expression of horror.

"I'm possessed?"

"No, sweetie," said Rosie. "You're just -"

But then he started breaking things all over again uncontrollably.

"See what you've done?" I started.


I looked to see my mother coming. "Let's leave it as it is now. We'll discuss it later."

"But didn't you hear what she said?"

"I did, sweetie. But we can't let all hell break loose more than it already is now."

Later that night, I was on Facebook and was typing Rosie about the whole incident a the party.

Hello, Rosie. I'm really sorry about everything tonight.

Don't be sorry, Leo. You had nothing to do with it.

I meant as in how your cousin went mental. I know he could not help it but all the same with what your Aunt Elvira spoke about, God ignoring him.

She thinks she is right with everything about her region which I do not believe. God is there for any one, even the wicked for they always have their chance to redeem themselves when alive.

I agree. Look at Quasimodo. He was born with a revoltingly ugly face and body and yet had a sweet, gentle heart and God sent him Esmerelda.


I was thinking for a nice day, we could have a picnic together.

That would be lovely, Lolly. XXXXXXXXXXXX

We could meet at the gnoll for it.

May I please bring Cynthia? I just love having her with me anywhere I go.

No problem. She's so sweet. I already invited Michael to join us. He's up for it.

The more the merrier. What about Jason?

I know he's a pain in the rump but he'll probably be on his new Pokemon game all day long. My mother wanted him to join us because he is always glued to the PS4. Plus, it's midsummer. But it will be a lovely day. I promise. XXXXXXXXXX

Your promises always make my day. So I'll get off to bed now, ready for tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Lolly.

They'll be sweet so long as you are in it - which is very often. Goodnight, Rosie. XXXXXXXXXX

Goodnight, Lolly. Hopefully I will dream about this Watership Down world. XXXXXXXXXX

'Lolly' was a nickname she picked for me not too long ago. I flopped onto my bed and dosed off.

I had wonderful dream but it didn't involve Rosie; I dreamed that I woke up to the sound of scraping outside my door. I thought it was my who wanted to cuddle with me in bed, but when I opened it, I looked down to find a blueish-silver rabbit.

"Aunt Blackberry!" I said quietly, so to not wake my parents and brother.

I picked her up and kissed her gently.

"Hello, precious one," she smiled, licking my nose. "I've come to make sure you are okay."

"I was good, but now I'm wonderful of the fact that you are here."

I shut the door and place her on mu bed, me sitting next to her.

"So many wonderful things have happened since I left, Aunt Blackberry. I fell in love, I spent more time with her, and - and-"

"Slow down, dear thing," chuckled Blackberry. "I'm a patient rabbit."

"Come to think of it," I said. "All that's ever happened was that I've been in love with the girl I told most of you about."

"Who is she?"

"Rosie," I said. "She really wants to come and visit Watership Down. Which reminds me, how did you get here?"

Blackberry hopped onto the window and nodded her head out to it. I got off mu bed and looked out the window to find the beech tree shining in the light of the full moon.

"You've always been near us, Leo," smiled Blackberry. "Just look out the window and that's where we'll be."

I picked her up and hugged her, her warm fur relaxing my face. Then I quickly realised I was in bed and the fur belonged to my cat. It was still night out there and I enjoyed the rest of night snuggling with the cat, thinking that I am with Blackberry.

I had a horrible aunt who tired to have me taken away to a horrid detention centre. She hated me terribly, but Aunt Blackberry's love for me was strong and she adopted me as her nephew. Each time I was with her, my troubles melt like snow. The same said for Rosie. I was so happy that I would soon open the whole day with her. Had I the power to rush time, I could make it to the time of the outing now.