Nubby was done. 
He's been carried, buried, dropped, dragged, torn, worn, and even used as a nose wipe. This is no way for a dignified rabbit to be treated! He decides to strike out on his own in search of glory. 
His journey takes me across the realm--or at least around the cul-de-sac. As he tastes the possibilities of fame and riches, he starts to realize that they pale in comparison to the adventures he had at home, as unglamorous as they may have seemed. Where does Nubby really belong?