Original subtitles

[playful music]

[laughs]

♪ Dancing through springtime flowers ♪

♪ And rays of summer sun

♪ Catching white snowflakes on your nose ♪

♪ Running through autumn leaves ♪

♪ That float from trees on high ♪

♪ With a love that is bigger than the sky ♪

♪ Guess how much I love you

♪ Guess how much I love you

♪ Guess how much I love you

♪ Guess how much I love you

♪ Guess how much I love you

♪ Guess how much I love you

♪ Guess how much I love you

[Upbeat music]

- [Voiceover] Taste of Sunset

- [Narrator] It was the start of a brand new summer's day.

The sun slowly peaked over the horizon,

waking sleepy creatures all over the meadow.

[yawns]

- Good morning, Little Nutbrown.

Little Nutbrown Hare?

Someone's up very early this morning.

- [Narrator] Even though the morning was Little White

Owl's bedtime, this morning she was busy telling

stories to a very eager listener.

- What happened next?

- Nearly there, Little Nutbrown Hare.

A good story takes time, you know.

The sun rose with a glorious glow,

just as the moon closed its eyes and went to sleep.

The end.

- Hooray!

Can I have another story?

- I think it's time you let Little White Owl get to sleep.

It is her bedtime, after all.

- Just one more?

Please.

No one can tell stories like you.

[laughs]

- How about you try to make up a story of your own.

- A story of my own?

I wouldn't know where to start.

- Well, a story can start with, "Once upon a time"

or, "Long, long ago" then you just need to think

of an idea.

- Why don't you look about in the meadow?

You might get an idea for a story there.

- Maybe I will.

I'll make up a story for you, Little White Owl.

- For me?

I can't wait to hear it!

- Yes!

I'll have it ready to tell you at sunset,

when you wake up.

- Thank you, Little Nutbrown Hare.

See you then.

- Goodbye!

- Goodbye.

- Story, here I come!

[laughs]

♪ A story, a story, making up a story ♪

♪ A nutbrown hare making up a story! ♪

Let's see.

Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was...

A tree!

Yes, a large, leafy tree.

And under it was a beautiful red raspberry.

And another.

Hello, Little Redwood Fox.

I see you found the raspberries, too.

- And they are so red and sweet.

Let's a big pile of them.

- Well, I would, but I'm trying to think up an idea

for a story to tell Little White Owl.

I promised her.

Can you think of one?

- I can try.

I know, let's go to the river.

We might get some ideas there.

- Story, here we come!

[both laugh]

♪ A story, a story, making up a story ♪

♪ A nutbrown hare, and aredwood fox, making up a story ♪

♪ A story, a story, I'm making up a story ♪

We're sure to find a story idea here.

- Look, a strawberry!

- Once upon a time,

a strawberry was as big and as pink as

a strawberry, and --

[laughs]

- Hello, you two!

- Hello, Little Gray Squirrel.

- What are you doing?

- We need to think of a story for Little White Owl

before the sun goes down.

Do you have an idea?

- A story for Little White Owl?

Yes!

Why don't we go to the flower fields?

I always go there when I have to think hard.

- Yes, we're sure to think of an idea there.

- Let's take these with us.

♪ A story, a story, making up a story ♪

♪ A nutbrown hare, a redwood fox, and a gray squirrel, ♪

♪ Making up a story

- Once upon a time...

- Long, long ago...

- There was...

- A little lavender mouse!

[all laugh]

- You surprised us, Little Field Mouse.

- Have you come to enjoy the lavender, too?

- Sort of.

We're trying to think up a story.

- We need to think of one by sunset.

- Can you think of one?

- Nope!

I can't think of any stories.

- Oh, dear.

It's getting late, and I still haven't got an idea.

Little White Owl will be so disappointed.

Hello, little yellow butterfly.

- Maybe we can make up a story about a butterfly.

- Maybe we can!

Once upon a time, there was a little yellow butterfly.

Yes, and the little yellow butterfly --

Come back!

- Quick, follow it!

- Wait for me!

[panting]

- We've lost it.

- What am I going to do now?

- What's up, Little Nutbrown Hare?

- We went everywhere.

The meadow, the river, the woods.

- And you couldn't think of any stories?

- No, all we found was this fruit.

What will I do?

I promised Little White Owl a story

and I haven't got one to tell her.

And soon she will wake up because, look

it's already sunset.

- Don't worry, with a little bit of imagination

you'll find what you need is all around you.

- [Narrator] And as Little Nutbrown Hare

looked at the glorious summer sunset,

his imagination suddenly became as vivid

as the sky.

- Yes!

Once upon a time, long, long ago,

there was a little nutbrown hare who saw the sunset.

- Has my story started?

- You're just in time, Little White Owl.

- Oh, good!

I can't wait.

- The little nutbrown hare saw the sunset

was full of red, and pink, and purple.

So bright, that you could almost taste them.

He decided to invite all his best friends to supper

So they could taste the sunset together.

- How could they taste the sunset?

- Because he had sweet raspberries as red as the sunset.

- He had slurpy strawberries as pink as the sunset.

- And he had lovely lavender as purple as the sunset.

- Amazing! - Amazing!

- Yes, and so that evening the friends shared

the most colorful supper ever.

It tasted just as good as the sunset.

The end.

[all cheer]

- That was a wonderful story.

- Thank you, Little Nutbrown Hare.

I think that is the most colorful story I have ever heard.

- [Narrator] It was indeed a colorful story.

And to go with it, the friends all shared a tasty meal.

Raspberries, strawberries and lavender.

- Was that a true story, Little Nutbrown Hare?

- It's true that it was my story.

- What a lovely start to my night.

Have a good rest, you two.

- Goodbye! - Goodbye.

And I know a story about some nutbrown hares.

- Really?

- Yes, once upon a time there was a big nutbrown hare,

that loved his little nutbrown hare very much.

- How much, how much?

- Oh, so much that he was always searching

in the meadow, by the river, and in the woods,

to find something big or high or deep enough

to show how much he loved him.

- Did he find it?

- Nope.

There was nothing quite as big, or high,

or as deep as his love.

And there probably never will be.

- Wow, I like that story.

[cheerful music]

[barking]