Deep in the rolling meadows of Scoreland, where the hills rise and fall like the gentle swell of a well‑written melody, lived a rabbit unlike any other. She was known by many names—Mariza Rabbit, Mariza Lamb, Mari the Melody‑Keeper—and each title whispered a different facet of her legend. Some called her “the Lamb” because of the soft, ivory fur that brushed the dew‑kissed grass; others called her “the Rabbit” for the speed of her feet and the twitch of her ears that seemed to hear the world’s hidden rhythm. Yet, to the children of Scoreland, she was simply , the heart that kept the land’s music alive.