It all began on a dark night in London, England. A horse-drawn carriage was being pulled by its driver. The horse snorted and neighed as it walked into a puddle, causing a newspaper to fly out of the way. Up on the curb, there was a small house of Richard Ratterson, where there was a lighted window, and two figures are living there. The two rabbits are celebrating Anais' birthday. Anais had just turned 4. "You know, daddy," said Anais. "This is my very best birthday." Richard smiled. "Ah, but...I haven't given you your present yet." "Who's that?" gasped Anais. "Oh! Anais!" Richard cried.