The Adventures of Bertie Bunny — Rosalind James

‘Wake up, Bertie. It’s your big day. You are going on your big trip’, said Mum, drawing the curtains to Bertie’s space-age bedroom.   Bertie was not good at getting up in the mornings, so he quickly turned over and tried to ignore the fact that at 5 a.m. on this particular day he had to get up.   ‘Angya,’ said Bertie angrily as he realised that his mother was not going to let him go back to sleep and that he would have to get up and get himself ready to go on his amazing trip. It was not that he was not very excited; it was just that in his mind, 5 a.m. did not exist as an hour that he saw very often.   Bertie was going to be the first rabbit in space. He had been specially chosen from thousands of hopeful bunnies to be on a special spaceship and go to the moon.   Bertie brushed his fur and ate his breakfast. He was almost too excited to eat, but his mother ensured that he ate something before he became weightless. Bertie cleaned his teeth before the taxi came at 5.45 a.m. precisely and whisked him off to the space station and launch pad where he was to meet his fellow astronauts