Fiver looked hopelessly at Hazel. He had no problem getting Primrose to be his mate. But for Fiver, a new doe had come to the warren not so long ago. Her name was Zanthie. She was a rabbit with brown fur lighter than Fiver's. Her sky blue eyes made his heart catch fire. She was a friendly rabbit, she spoke to Fiver many times and was quite fond of him, but Fiver didn't know if she felt the same way. He sat under the shade feeling hopeless. Hazel came out of the warren for some air and saw his brother looking down.
He sat next to him.
"Are you alright, Fiver?" asked Hazel.
"I'm fine," said Fiver, but it sounded very unconvincing.
"Come on, little brother," said Hazel. "You can speak to me about anything."
"Hazel, what was it like for you when you had feelings for Primrose?"
"It was very uneasy. I didn't think she would feel the same. She was the prettiest doe I had ever set eyes on."
"Well," said Fiver hesitantly. "It's Zanthie. I love her but I don't know if she feels the same. It makes me so depressed thinking about it."
"Every buck experiences the same thing," said Hazel. "When you are young, you think you think the world is a nightmare for you, but it's the beginning of life. You are very handsome, attractive young buck. A doe is always something beautiful to look at and you are often too shy to speak with her."
"Yeah," said Fiver "every time I try to speak to her I always get embarrassed."
"Embarrassed about what?"
"Perhaps maybe I got the hiccups right in front of her or if a tripped over a stone or was chased by a bee."
"People always think those sort of things," said Hazel. "The best way to express your feeling is to just be yourself. Try going to talk to her now, she over there by the flowers."
Fiver gulped and hopped over to her. Hazel could see them talking and smiling at the same time.
Hazel was only too proud of his little brother.
